An explosion occurred on a deserted battlefield. The sand dunes beneath shone under the illumination of the scorching rays of sunlight. The reality gate remained in the distance.
In front of the reality gate were rivers of blood flowing. Corpses were littered everywhere. Somewhere in the middle of such chaotic scenery, a man wearing an assassin robe with torn sleeves and cloak stood. Black steam was flowing out of his pitch-dark face, which lacked any facial features.
Suddenly, an explosion occurred behind him, just in front of the reality gate. Bits of sand and corpses were sent flying in the air as the scorching rays were challenged in illumination. The shadowy darkness from before had already vanished, replaced by the sunlight and now an explosion.
The shadow demon turned around; his black assassin robe was stained with blood taints. A drop of crimson fluid flowed down through the tip of his black blade, dripping into the sand beneath.
