The Power of a Massacre
Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation
The voice had come from above the dangling coffin. Grim and hoarse, as if it belonged to the fiercest demon of the underworld, and it was giving off a cold, bloodthirsty aura.
Everyone's gaze shifted to the where the voice came from.
A smoldering, black smog was spilling out of the coffin.
Under the bidding of a mysterious power, the smog gradually condensed, forming a shadow of sorts, which subsequently climbed out of the coffin.
The shadow was the silhouette of a human, but it was gigantic – about a few meters tall!
There were horns protruding from its head which were paired to an ominous looking face. Its body was well furnished with sharp edged boulders, and adorned with claws and teeth as sharp as daggers!
The shadow stooped above the coffin and looked down at the people like a king overseeing his subjects.