The rain poured down heavily again, drenching Endside and forming slippery mud everywhere. Their footsteps were so audible, splashing in the puddles accompanied by soft growls, waiting for a command from the leader of the Dread Viper, who now grinned widely, watching the dark sky. It had been a long time since he had seen a beautiful sky, feeling the freshness of the air accompanied by the now strong wind.
He spread his arms wide, letting the rain soak his body, something he had longed for before finally taking a deep breath, observing the great destruction around. A sight he had also long dreamed of, the day Copperhaven fell in a great blaze without anyone coming to save it. If his family was shattered, then Copperhaven would also be dragged down with him into hell, and now is the first step.
