One day, the world faces the wrath of the monster.
Fierce and merciless.
That is what they show to the humans who deem themselves the highest form of life.
Since some monster has a conscious connection with the earth's livestock, their anger are no matched to describe.
From then, humans have fallen into the lowest form of intellectual species.
What rules now are beast among beast who craved bodies of life blood, turning earth into the era of primitive time.
The moon who witnessed the change of earth slowly turned red, never ever seen changing back.
And for the first time, it'd tear a cry that no one would ever witness or see.
The blood moon tear has longed been buried on a single ground.
That is until the holder of the book of Glory didn't learn of this mystery.
...
As the night comes, the sound of the wolf beast echoes around.
Wind flow is hard and strong, making trees and leaves create a sound.
Since the moon is red, bloody glow engulfs the entire land that even birds loved.
The entire surroundings look peaceful upfront or when it was seen atop, but if one looks closer, death might come around.
``How dare a measly human try to barge in this mighty deers house?``
``Why not when all you have was that meaty body of yours, I'm sure you would taste good when you are cook! What do you prefer, fried or grilled?``
``Heh! Let's see if you can still shrugs like that after I tear that little body apart.``
Deers are fast.
They are one of the fastest beast that comes around.
Quite the body of hugeness for humans to take, yet legs are its weakness because they rely on who is the fastest.
To counter them, perception are needed.
Of course,
One will find themselves hanging on the wall, fighting with their life.
If they fall, they must stand.
If they were pushed, they must harden their body to withstand.
Everything must be within a grasped.
But if it can't be, then better not start a fight that one can't secure its glory.
Of course, I'm sure with all the knowledge one absorbed into killing a friend, the final strike will surely end.
With a heavy and weary cry from the one that fell on the ground, a blood then soaked the ground.
I'm sure everything has been completed.
With the secure of the last ingredient, the battle has ended.
...
~Remember, if one wants to learn where the blood moon tear was buried, they must first gather these ingredients~
That's what was written.
``A piece of moon flower, three strands of silver wolf hair, and lastly, the formed stone blood from the heart of a thousand deer.``
~Once these three are combined, the blood string of fate will take place and be awakened.~
``I just need to follow the string, and it will lead me to its destination,``
As the string of fate began to take the lead, the path to take became dark and foggy.
Since it was nighttime, most beasts were already snoring on their home, but some sure still enjoy the nightly view of fucking a hole.
That sucks!
Since a single man was passing, one should at least refrain or stop.
But the play must continue, which I'm grateful as I got to watch some steamy night of how a beast mate with another guy.
Since gender is relevant when it comes to mating, beasts shouldn't be indifferent.
At least until no male was discovered to have been knotted by a beast leading for pregnancy.
Even if one doesn't want to admit, the social norm that was painstakingly built was changed by a single mistake.
Not only does it create another type of person—Half-beasts—but also led to a powerful mystery that slowly eat full blooded beast to their extinction.
``Ah, the string has ended.``
The land where the blood string of fate end was a radius piece—round, dry and barren land.
This place that took away life feels closer to life than any organism on earth.
``Now that I'm standing at the centre, I could feel the beating of a powerful life force.``
Slowly and soundly, it feels like my heart tuned in beat with how the blood remained alive deep on the ground.
`What is this feeling?`
Nostalgia or longing?
`I could feel pain, and at the same time, I felt so closer to it.`
A cloud of red mist was formed like how the land remained barren.
A crack on the ground, just beneath where one stand slowly shot out a tear of blood.
The tear that floats mid-air looks like that of a seed with its already sprouted small purple vine.
Looking at it suddenly feels kind of weird.
`Like being attracted,`
An attraction that one can't shrugged over no matter what.
`How can I explain this feeling? Like being stacked on time.`
So mesmerizing!
The small dark vine began to stretch like a trent.
Its once small body sprouted up to 3 meters wide, and upon reaching and touching the chest, the tip opened like a claw, showing some sharp looking needle before it pierced through the skin.
An excoriating yell began to echo around.
``Shhiiitttt!!``
Its disturbing sound might have attracted those nearby deer beast.
But since most deer are busy doing their things, no one cared for such a sound.
Only one man rushed over to see.
This indicates that the bond of humans is like water.
It can't be dried by the strong heat of the sun, and it can't be cut by any sharp one.
However, upon running where the sound came from, the man met an eight hundred year old deer in heat, leading him to swear the same word,
``Shit!``
On the other hand, fluid began to be injected on the body, numbing all senses.
`What did it do to me...?`
After a feeling that the body has been numbed, the vine created a cut to use as door through the heart.
`The goal on this mission was to merge with the blood moon tear, yet it never written how merging was done.`
For someone who thought killing felt easier than being identically numbed by an unknown substance that led one to fall asleep.
The only thing to do before a lost of consciousness is to swear on their head.
Like `Damn it!`
Slammed!