บท 412: War

The sky above the battlefield was shrouded in a blood-red haze, streaked with smoke and ash from the fires that smouldered among the wreckage.

The once-thriving metropolitan city lay in ruin.

The proud towering skyscrapers now crumbled into skeletal remains and the once clean streets were now littered with debris and the bodies of the fallen.

Millions of corpses littered the ground.

Human soldiers — both awakened and unawakened — were sprawled amidst the remains of shattered buildings, many with final expressions of fear and agony, still present on their faces even in death.

Blood soaked the earth, seeping into the cracked pavements and mingling with the crimson lifeblood of the Red Demons that lay beside them.

The eerie silence was occasionally broken by the groan of some unfortunate soul who had yet to experience the mercy of perishing.