Swallow

The sky was gloomy in the Dead Spirit World. The chill winds whistled and issued a sound similar to that of ghosts’ crying.

This world wasn’t deathly-still even though it was a world of death. And, there was no lack of fighting going-on…

Two small groups of undead spirits were fighting with each other under a huge mountain. Both sides had equal number of fighters. The total number of fighters in both the groups was more than one-hundred.

A dark water puddle could be seen at a nearby place; it was one-fifteenth of a hectare long. Eleven round blood moons were shining in the sky, and were emitting faint-red waves.

Large piles of skeletons of different sizes were scattered around the puddle. The fight seemed to have been going-on for some time.