Nursery Rhyme

Warning: There are depictions of graphic violence taking place in this chapter that are not recommended for younger audiences.

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In the outskirts of the city.

Nothing could be heard except for the soothing chirps of crickets and the rustling of grass when the cold air blew by. The pale moon was ominously covered by thick and rippling clouds, shrouding the entire ground in utter darkness.

Tucked deep within the forest was the Underworld base, ruled by the Yangs for generations to come. Some floors were buzzing with conversation, others were quiet. Various people walked in and out of the Underworld base, each person being heavily monitored to ensure their identity was true.

CRUNCH!