The severe weather unleashed its wrath upon the land, as tornadoes of dust and streams of blood danced in a macabre ballet. The world, once a white canvas was now painted crimson red with blood.
The wind howled dreadfully, turning the once-solid ground into a chaotic quagmire of mud.
Thousands of corpses lay on the ground, damaged and unrecognizable, gathering to make a tall mountain of them, a clear indication of the carnage that was happening.
Sliders, still, kept moving forward.
Climbing on the bodies of their fallen comrades, only to be killed, and added as a part of that mountain. Still, none of them hesitated to lay their life.
The fate that awaits those who are left alive might be, more cruel than than death itself.
Amidst the chaos, fire rained from the heavens, intermingling with ominous flakes, while tornadoes left behind a trail of devastation.
On a mound of lifeless bodies, a demonic figure adorned in dark black armor and brandishing a blood-red sword stood defiantly.
Against a backdrop of a dark red sky and shimmering yellow thunder, the scene held a twisted beauty. But even amid such turmoil, a deep and rough voice resonated through the air.
"The folks may be terrified, but their spirits remain courageous, though they are hurt deep within.
In their hearts, they mourn for all they have lost without warning. Yet life persists, as some depart and others begin anew.
When the rain finally ceases, all that remains is the echo of their cries, all in vain.
The weather has turned treacherous, as death gazes upon the land. In the end, all that accompanies us are sorrow and disdain."
A slow and deliberate clapping sound reverberated, drawing attention to a peculiar figure amidst the chaos.
A demonic panda-like figure, adorned in a black round hat with a golden rim, donning a black coat and pants, and holding a brown cane, appeared as if plucked from 18th-century Europe. Yet, his devilish smile and crimson-red eyes betrayed a malevolent presence.
"Well, well, I didn't expect you to have such an interest in poetry, Nightmare!" the panda spoke with a cold smile, undeterred by the scene unfolding before him.
"You are here, does it mean there is a new order from lord?" Nightmare, the demon atop the pile of corpses, turned slightly to steal a glance before responding.
"OOOOHHH! I was anticipating a more surprised reaction," the panda continued, his paws covering his mouth. "Our lord has issued you one final command. You must seek out and slay a summoned being on Earth. Do you believe you can accomplish this task?"
Nightmare, the demon clad in his unfeeling armor, gazed towards the sky and uttered in a voice devoid of emotion, "The will of the lord is my command."