In some vast grass fields, a translucent red barrier was covering a giant area.
Painted in its boiling red blood, a giant creature was panting with his lunges out.
Its blood-ridden body, those countless colorful glowing arrows that made him a dark thing covered with celebration lights.
The grass melted at the touch of that blood.
The given up blood-red eyes that didn't want anything else.
The creature that had once defied logic and held high intelligence was now at its death's door.
There was no energy left in him while the scars on his body released blood as if deliberately pumping it out.
The boar was almost dead and the one that made this creature like this was standing some distance away in a cloak of darkness.
The fight had lasted for some hours, and this was an almost late day for this place.
The sun was on their heads shining brightly while the boy drank a red potion, recovering the deep scar on his chest.
