Parents and children held themselves tight; the fear was global.
The hunters nearby were unable to move a muscle, not to risk their spot seen. Being's battalions, on the other hand, were waiting viciously for the command.
The clouds blood red, a constant black hole spinning on top of the world. Soon it could be a vortex that feeds till eternity because, with every passing moment, the wind was getting stronger.
Altering the event of fear, the weather got colder. The growling demons, cold as well, felt it like everyone else.
"You're late," said Cyrus, not shifting his piercing gaze from Being and the monsters. Beside him, Frost shrugged his shoulders and replied.
"Well, what do you know? Journey from the real world to an entirely different dimension isn't so fast."
"Why is he waiting back?" asked Cy.
Although Frost wasn't entirely sure, he still gave his opinion. "He is waiting for your summons; it wouldn't be a fair fight without them."
