Jii!!
Fresh blood spilled out from a person's neck, spraying over several meters away like a miniature geyser.
In the wide plains, a red shadow descended from the sky swiftly and landed upon the grasslands, before it elegantly flicked off the blood on the nails.
Puu!
The last person's corpse fell to the ground. On this area of the plains, there were many corpses from unknown forces, all dressed in armored attires while gripping onto weapons like firearms and daggers. The blood flowed across the soil and dyed the plains a rusted red.
Dahm was wearing a bright red cloak with red nail polish on his pointed nails, while his lips were dyed an odd blackish-purple shade. He was indulging in his great work at this moment.
"Marshal, Leader Mafa is just right ahead, our tracking signal showed that he's nearby," one baldy with a face full of scars reported while smiling, amongst a crowd of followers.