Gurgle~
The sickening smell of blood wafts through the air. As sunlight pierces through, the mist hovering in the sky turns a blood-red color. The once immaculate lawn now lies drenched in gore, and stepping on it causes bubbles to gurgle up, sticky and cloying.
The city garden, once resplendent with flowers and fragrant with their scent, has now become a bloody battlefield strewn with limbs, mounds of corpses towering high. Blood turns into streams that flow warmly to the touch.
Despite the horrifically bloody scene, the surrounding residents show little fear on their faces. Instead, they converse cheerfully, and laughter rings out from time to time amidst the piles of bodies.
The gruesome, unimaginably ugly corpses with their twisted forms are nothing more than heaps of achievements and wealth delivered to the hard-working Dragon-men who clear the battlefield.
