{Outskirts of Bitter Maja, 500 km from the South Gate of the Wilwatikta Kingdom}
White sand swirled into the air, carried by the gentle breeze that rustled the swaying trees. It continued to rise, carried by the forest wind, migrating to another place.
If it weren't for the damp air of the Bog forest causing the grains of white sand to clump together, a sandstorm might have obscured the view. But even in its smallest form, the tranquility of the Bog forest would remain undisturbed.
However, sometimes it wasn't just the humid air and dewdrops that caused the white sand to clump together. It was also blood pooling.
*BAM!
*CPRAAT!!
*BAM!
*KRAK!!
*BAM!
*KRAK!!
*BAM!
*CPRAAT!!
The sound of hard objects colliding, splattering blood, and breaking bones filled the rhythm of the drifting white sand carried by the wind. Like a melodic composition of water droplets amidst the silence of the Bog forest.