"I feel like I'm living in a bloody nightmare," muttered the middle-aged rider, who was clinging to his seat at the back of the sky-ski.
Although the rushing wind felt like knives on his face, every second of the experience felt unreal to him. It was only natural because he was following the monster that reaped a dozen lives in one second. Here he was, tagging along with the scary thing, who could make anyone shiver just by standing closeby.
The nightmare began when his dearest nephew finally lost his marbles. That's right; his nephew went mad. After the monster destroyed all enemy sky-skis and made for their ships, his dearest nephew rushed out of the crowd, fell to his knees, and began to beg the monster to allow him to fight by its side.
It happened too quickly for anyone to stop him. To everyone's surprised, the monster decided to spare the foolish youth. It examined him, instead, with its red eye and said, "I'll give you two minutes."
