Pale and crystalline fingers reached out from the clouds, lifting the massive cauldron lid.
The entire dark world seemed to be stirred by some indescribable immense force, earth-shattering, leaving not a shred of light.
The gloom of death filled the universe, a towering Wolf Fang Club resembling a fortress loomed in the darkness, as waves of blood surged from it, casting a ghastly red through the dark clouds.
The world was terrifyingly silent, not a sound existed, deathly still.
Only those pale fingers, with a firm yet slow power, broke free of the nearly tangible grand net of the Mountain and River Furnace.
The black clouds churned, everything high above grew even more dreadful, until in a certain moment, the Wolf Fang Club unleashed all its might.
This was a Holy Artifact of slaughter, judging by its terrifying design, it was created for the purpose of killing.
