The world was pitch black like ink. The land, as far as the eye could see, was completely black with reddish tones, as if it were the banks of a river of blood. There was no sun, moon, or stars, and a malicious and cold feeling permeated every place; it was the purest Yin of death from a bloody war.
Their visions shifted to the side, and a black claw as sharp as a blade came from their blind spot, causing the space to break violently.
The strike aimed at their throat from above, but in a quick move, they dodged, not entirely. Their proud horns were hit and cut, and blood pulsed. But they didn't have time to worry; in the next second, the blood rose in their throat, leaving them incredulous.
"You... my children..." The demon murmured, looking at two other demonic creatures that thrust their bone spears into its body.
Then, Alm and Bruno's minds returned to reality.
