Festival Of Blood (1)

Panic erupted in the mine as a noisy explosion rocked the vicinity outdoors. The ground shook, sending shock waves through the roads. The miners and Xyran guards panicked, their screams and screams heating up into a chaotic chorus of terror.

The once orderly operation descended into chaos as miners and guards scrambled for cover. Tools rattled on the ground, and the air was thick with dirt and dust. The emergency alarm sounded, adding to the noise that stuffed the mine.

Xyrans guards hurriedly assessed the situation, their shouted orders barely audible in the chaos. They called for calm, for patience, trying to repair order to the fearful people. But the blast shattered any semblance of recurring, and panic had unfolded like wildfire.

The abnormal mechanisms in the blast groaned and rumbled as they trembled below the effect of the explosion. Instead of a consistent hum of activity, the blare of alarms created an ominous feeling of urgency in the air.