It was the end of the night, and the storm had reduced to a calm drizzle. Drenched objects, torn fabrics, and glass pieces littered the ground.
People wept bitterly as they witnessed this disaster – homes were gone, while some mourned for the cold ones – the chilled corpses. In this destruction, a hooded man trod ahead with his hands in his pockets.
There was disarray in his footsteps, an unnatural walking pattern. It caused him to collide with a wounded civilian, stumbling as his cloak fell off.
Eltic's face emerged as he looked back, revealing a curving, skin-deep wound on his cheeks. Bruises seemingly endless.
"Watch where you're going, you bloody fool!" he cursed while flailing his hands, intentionally angering the passerby.
The person Eltic clashed against had spun, and his face fumed with anger. Then the dreadful incarnation that was Eltic's face arose before his eyes, tarnished by a crazed gaze.
