Ding-ding-ding! Ding-ding-ding!
The crisp, pleasant sounds of metal resonated like spring water, the metal lines scattered across half the park like droplets. They penetrated the surroundings with a tenacious firmness whether embedded in concrete, drilled into a tree trunk, or wrapped around benches and streetlights.
Encompassing the surrounding darkness, countless web-like strands ensnared the prey.
The dim streetlight occasionally illuminated small areas, revealing the glint of the slashing threads floating in mid-air, glowing like hundreds of fireflies.
By the fountain, something out of a nightmare took an arrow-step stance, its body slightly askew. The cross-like large sword in its hands was held vertical in front of his chest, and the emanating black flame obscured most of its body.
