Ramiel watched the Dantean scenes with a hint of fear in amethyst eyes. There was no other way to describe it than the descent of hell into the world of mortals. Least of all, he, and he alone, was responsible for the grotesque spectacle he was witnessing, and it inspired horror even in him.
The branches of the seemingly passive trees struck the battlefield like whips in the hands of an experienced slave trainer, leaving behind havoc and bloody footprints that even the earth dared not absorb. The roar and thud drowned everything out, and the aftershocks that haunted the area grew in intensity.
A veritable slaughter ensued, and the Bloody Forest fully deserved its name.
The number of monsters killed grew by the second, but the inferior creatures paid no attention to the lurking doom and lost themselves in their own conflict. For them, nothing more mattered than the extermination of the other side.
