Chapter 98: Beast Tide (1)

The night was unlike any other that had ever fallen upon the land. The crimson moon, hanging low in the sky, exuded an otherworldly, blood-red hue that tainted the heavens. Its eerie glow cast long, sinister shadows across the plains in front of Bastion, where an impending catastrophe was about to unfurl.

The wind, like a harbinger of doom, picked up in intensity as the night grew darker. It howled through the rugged mountains that framed the scene, producing an unsettling and mournful whistle. The trees that lined the edge of the plains rustled and swayed in ominous anticipation, their leaves whispering secrets of the horrors to come.

The air itself seemed to thicken with dread, each breath tainted with a taste of foreboding. It was as though the very land mourned for the impending battle, as if nature itself recoiled at the monstrous tide that threatened to consume everything in its path.