#Chapter16
Alvar
The sky roared in remonstrance and cried out its agony when watched the blood flowing like a river on the lands of Alvar other than the sparkling essence of heavens. The Crimson rattled it and planted the seed of terror. It felt as if the land shook under the burden of demonic prowess. The dark clouds punctuated their pain when they thundered aloud and the heart of the sky cracked when lightning ripped it from the horizon, flashing more light over the damage on the ground.
It was a demonic act where men were slain like those innocent cattle tied in the barn of the slaughterhouse. The women were preyed by the hungry wolves in the flesh of armored soldiers. Their virtue was ripped and crushed under the feet of persecution in the middle of the market.
Children were hauled and tossed inside the cages so they can be used in the future and trained to grow the army of Baden.
