'Although the experiments turned out to be utterly useless, they were still useful to some extent nonetheless.'
Craack! Craack!
Beyond the gates of the Snowesse mansion lay a tableau reminiscent of a crimson pool, wrought by the corpses of monsters and beings of every race.
Toal Snowesse's whirlwind, unforgiving as fate itself, cleaved through flesh and sinew, while his icicles, sharper than the keenest of blades, found their mark in hearts of all hues.
Be it crimson, emerald, or amethyst, the lifeblood of myriad races met the same grim fate, consigned to adorn the grounds as macabre trophies or shattered like glass upon the earth's embrace, bearing witness to the savagery of their demise.
