บท 1169: The Stain Of Darkness

The scorching sun overhead painted a certain landscape with its golden rays, shining down with its heat and vibrance.

Settled dust and debris designed the earth, recreating a tableau of ruin to whoever could see it.

Unfortunately, only corpses were present to witness this sight.

Lying on the boiling, shattered earth were the dead bodies of countless thousands of denizens. Their cold forms lay very still as dried blood formed a picture of carnage.

The radiance of the sun shone brightly on the dead bodies and their sticky smelly liquid, showing no mercy on the dead denizens of the world.

Not a single one of them was alive.

… Not one.

~VWUUUUSSSHHH!~

Staining the bright canvas that brimmed with death, darkness began to form.

Like a distortion in space, a stain on reality, the blackness expanded and created a hole—a gate that perhaps led somewhere, or was an opening for something to come through.

Something… or someone?