88 Siren (V) & Changing (III)

Siren's hair moved with the wind as it was finally free from its confines. Under them laid thousands of dead bodies as boredom and tiredness reached Siren's face. 

Leaning back, Siren used the dead bodies as cushions to sit on while watching the sky turn an orange-red mixed with black. Even the rivers followed the same pattern. 

But the torn limbs floated in the rivers, having no destination to go. 

Siren sighed; they have destroyed their ninth world, living up to their name: 

Perditor. 

They planned to destroy all nineteen worlds. They added the human realm into their plans, but they still had not figured out how to enter the place. 

But now, Siren has grown bored with the killing and destruction. 'Where is the fun? Where is the challenge?' Siren thought to the ugly, suffocating sky.