Within the small mountain, the world that unraveled before their eyes was completely unexpected.
'Maybe they weren't actually guards.' Coupled with the sight before him, Anon remembered how casual the monkeys at the entrance were and couldn't help but think this.
There were dozens, if not over a hundred one-winged monkeys gathered around, dancing and chanting as they surrounded a small pond that produced greenish fog, looking on with visible excitement at the scenes taking place within the pond.
Inside the pond there were another dozen, or so one-winged monkeys soaked in not just the pond's water, but their own blood too!
They were covered in vicious wounds whilst they ruthlessly and savagely attacked each other.
But strangely, none of them seemed to be afraid of death, nor afraid of killing their own people.
