Chains soared beneath the night sky, slithering carefully, searching.
Down rows of buildings, their pitch-dark forms descended. Through drifting packets, hazardous fumes, and lingering dirt, they preyed.
Their movements slowly halted, with noises like whispers seeping from their actions. The chains snaked around the area, forcing themselves into little gaps and unseen entrances.
Their numbers seemed endless as more and more crammed the spaces.
A voice silently echoed as they thrashed the alley, filled with malice.
"I sense a presence, come out," a shadow coalesced, surrounded by hundreds of chains... Taros. "Save yourself the suffering. There's no escape."
No one responded. The silence of darkness remained.
"Is that your answer? Your death and pain will be slow, I promise you?"
The chains' frequency skyrocketed, surging like a stormy wave. Metal and darkness charged with the mightiest force, destroying, a disaster by man's hand.
