Kapitel 69: Chapter 68: Dragons and Tigers?

The morning fades in like a scene from bad theatre production. The cast rode bloodied Wolves as they lead other green creatures about, they project their excited voices as far as they could, barely holding back their excitement.

'Twilight melted away, majestic sunrise, red orange glow seeping over the horizon as if the light itself was being poured from a molten sun. Powerful rays flood over the landscape lighting every blade of grass, shining from each leaf... Those were the words the author used to describe every morning after the purple moon...' Alex mused as he looked at the sky, He remembered how they always teased the author of not having any other word to describe such mornings.

"Well it does leave an impression..." He muttered, as he looked at the ferocious looks of his people. They had vented out whatever needed to be vented out and now they were returning home.