At this moment, in the middle of a dense, shadowy forest miles away from the mountain peak, a group of native servants were walking slowly through the tangled underbrush.
They moved with extreme caution, crouching low to the earth and stepping with utmost delicate precision over brittle twigs and dry leaves, terrified to be discovered by roaming demonic beasts.
The forest was thick with an eerie, lingering mist, and every rustle of the wind through the ancient canopy made the poor mortals jump, clutching their wooden spears and some stones tightly against their trembling chests.
Just then, without any warning, the space directly in front of them suddenly distorted like the rippling surface of a disturbed pond.
*SWIISH—!*
A blinding flash of silver spatial light burst through the fog, tearing open a brief rift in the atmospheric continuum.
Out from the tear tumbled a blood-drenched, battered figure, crashing heavily onto the damp soil at the natives' feet.
