Amidst the moonlight, the cries of the monsters created a symphony. Eachoeing in the open area, surrounded by luster forest from three sides and a wall from the remaining side.
No mercy was given to any of the monsters, especially the ones with brown fur. The ones taller and more muscular than the black-furred ones.
As if their final cries were music to his ears, the masked figure repeatedly killed them.
With each death, their tails disappeared until there were no tails left. Extra lives were useless when the opponent was just way stronger than you.
No matter how many lives an ant has, it only takes one extra stomp to end it.
Looking at this god of war, covered in crimson blood with a darker shade, The ones at the top of the wall were falsified.
Never in their lives had they felt that they would feel sympathetic toward these monsters who massacred innocent civilians.
