The sky was oppressively dark, not the somber black of night, but a lifeless black of deathly stillness.
The earth, however, was ablaze with fires that seemed to spring from fissures in the magma, revealing the brownish-red ground that resembled a surface stained with blood.
On this oppressive land, a white-robed youth, who had been laughing wildly, suddenly transformed into a hideous and terrifying creature, and charged towards a fearsome shadow.
Meanwhile, another familiar figure was slowly getting up…
Dororo's eyes snapped open, his pale pupils contracting to slits, his forehead slick with sweat.
Chills ran down his spine, and an indescribable sense of frustration filled his heart.
At that moment, he heard the patter of footsteps, as a hunched figure entered from outside. She approached the fireplace first, snapping her fingers to extinguish most of the roaring flames within it.