The first rays of dawn broke over the Poisonous Ocean, with two Emperor Polos vying to unfold their radiant smiles, painting the vast clouds red with their fiery passion.
"The morning glow is red; it must have been another night of slaughter!"
Heethfield stood on the high cliffs by the coast, gazing far into the endless misty ocean.
The golden mist was cold, the clouds churning with red waves.
The pieces of blood-red brilliance in the distance pierced his sensitive heart and melancholy eyes like golden needles.
Heethfield was the current chieftain of the Coal Goliath clan, his towering physique rivaling even the Sky Giants. His thick hair curled like inlaid mother-of-pearl, his skin as black as ink, seemingly crystalline, his voice whispering with teeth white as snow.
It's not superstition; the older a Goliath, the more exceptional their premonition ability becomes.
