A mountain of corpses lay in the middle of nowhere. There was a pool of blood filling the ground. Drenching the solid and feeding the chaos pants nearby. On top of it were five individuals. All looking like humans yet, having the aura of a monster.
As they stood there, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew. With a sound that almost resembled that of murmuring, making them close their eyes as they tried understanding what it was. And as soon as the message was delivered, the wind finally passed.
"So Kingsley died huh?" A woman said. Her skin having scales on some parts.
"That's a given. He's the weakest among us after all." Another one mentioned, wielding a sword twice his size.
"Still, don't you think it's too early? He did promise us to bring back results." A third one mentioned. With all of them looking at the leader of the group. A man filled with markings on his upper body who finally spoke.
"He did."
"What do you mean Damian?"
Hello! This is the end of the first volume so don't get confused on the events that happen on the next chapter. There will be a one year time skip!
Thank you for reading A Story of Evil!