The air that had been flowing violently on the previous day had lost all of its momentum and was still as if it had obtained eternal peace and calmness, yet was content enough to meander at its own pace. The soothing winds welcomed the amber glow of the sky with open arms, the sun, slowly but surely, sank through the surface of Earth.
During this time, a man was standing in front of a building. He was surrounded by a horde of hundreds of different types of monsters, beasts, humans, and robots. The horde contained from monsters as tall and strong as a titan, to as small as a wolf. If someone saw this scene they would've immediately run away from there, screaming for help. But the monsters weren't going to do any harm to anyone until and unless it was their Master's will.
It was none other than Arnold and his army of summons, standing in front of the building that was once the headquarters of The Church Of Chaos.