The afternoon sun shone through the narrow shrinking part of the island, giving an eerie glow over the trouble happening in front of the invisible Wallace's watchful eyes.
The two dominant creatures and their armies had come together in the tight, closed space, their moves were wild and bloody messy.
Their slimy, strange greasy insect-like forms twisted and moved, limbs flailing as they fought to be the best until the life out of them slowly rested.
As the person at the center of this battlefield, Wallace seemed to get even smaller with each passing second.
Suddenly, he would see one of the gate guards, his breath becoming in ragged gasps as they looked around, desperately searching for a way out.
Yet, Wallace noticed that despite this person's fearful situation, he was smiling as he killed any creatures that came in his way.
"I am a proud gate guard, I will murder each one of you! Hahaha!
"Come! Come! Come!"
