The cheerful tune that had been impossible to locate stopped, leaving only the sound of the wind sweeping across the desolate landscape and sporadic lightning strikes.
The abrupt quiet permeated the desolate area. It conveyed a sense of foreboding.
The Hydra's nine heads lifted simultaneously from their feast, nostrils flaring as they tested the air for threats they couldn't see.
Stormfang's wings spread wider, the Blessed One's body coiling with tension as star-bright eyes scanned the corpse pile more intensely.
What had appeared to be a distant rock formation began to shift slightly, revealing itself as something far more threatening.
Demons emerged from behind every piece of cover within a quarter-mile radius, their forms creating a living wall that surrounded the corpse pile in a perfect circle.
Ten thousand demons. Maybe more. All advancing with coordinated precision towards the monsters.
