The sky was ablaze.
The Flower City was tinged with blood, the concentration camp, everyone had lost their last hope. No one knew who set the camp on fire, but from the moment the fire blazed, the frenzy of slaughter had begun.
A group of Beastmen stormed into the crowd, wielding steel sabers or massive weapons for wanton slaughter, with madness etched on every face.
For the survivors, no one could stop this atrocity.
In a blaze of flames, a formidable Beastman first slaughtered a young girl, then seized an elderly man and viciously hurled him to the ground. His eyes were shrouded in a terrifying red glow, beast-like, seeking only to satisfy the urge for slaughter and bloodshed.
Corpses littered the field, with severed limbs and fresh blood everywhere. The slaughter continued as if it were some extreme ritual, and everyone became a sacrifice in this evil invocation.
Kes knelt at the doorway, more withered than before, like decaying deadwood, on the verge of annihilation.
