Red Sand

Razwold is facing against the mighty beast called Manticore, a giant monster that has a body of a lion, have pair of wings and a scorpion stinger as its tail.

Razwold is scared but he is determined to survive no matter what. He stands firm while holding his warhammer tightly. "I will never die!" Razwold shouted.

The Manticore runs toward Razwold very fast. Razwold trust his instincts to back away and jump back further twice. The Manticore swiftly scratches Razwold with its sharp, razor claws. It only scratched a few of Razwold's white hair. Close with the enemy, Razwold attempts to hit its leg with his warhammer, hoping that it will cripple it.

The Manticore jumped above Razwold and whips him with its tail. Razwold falls down and quickly stands up. The Manticore was about to tackle him. Razwold runs away cowardly as he doesn't see any way to hit the monster at the moment.

The Manticore tackles Razwold but misses when he jumps to the side. Razwold is attempting to hit the Manticore again. With all his might, he rushes towards the Manticore and swings his warhammer as fast as he can.

This time, it did hit the Manticore but it was only a graze. It only bruised its skin. The Manticore is getting more ferocious and more dangerous as its eyes are locked on to its primary prey.

The Manticore raises its tail and shoots out paralyzing stingers to Razwold. Razwold moves out of the way and plans to attack it again. He is slower than the beast. He cannot catch up. He thinks that his actions are useless no matter how hard he try.

The Manticore launches itself in the air and scratches Razwold with its claws. Unfortunately for him, Razwold gets scratched to his torso. His blood falls down to the sand, painting it red. The Soldier is now once again fallen at the unknown battlefield.

His whole life he tried to become stronger than everyone else in order to achieve his lifelong dream. He will make everyone who looks down on him fear him. The voices of every kid that insult him everyday in his childhood, the disgusted looks from the noble people looking down at him, to frauds who backstab him very deeply into his heart.

Darkness inside him grows, the light lavender aura inside him manifested into a dark purple monster. His expression is nothing more than a devil, with his death stare piercing down the mighty beast's soul. Hate spreads everywhere and the undead once again rises up from their grave.

Skeletons who once were warriors who bravely fought the Manticore, raises up their rusted swords and lets out their terrifying screech. The Manticore is furious and attacks anything that moves, crushing them with hits sharp fangs and claws and their hard tail.

The numbers of the Skeletons overwhelm the Manticore, as every actions that it perform, the Manticore gets more tired and tired. Razwold is just slowly walking towards the beast with his warhammer ready to strike. His amber eyes changed into a blank colored eyes, and it glimmering with its strange light coming out of his eyes.

"To all that dares who stands in my way, I swear that I will end your miserable life," Razwold said with a scowl expression in his face. His hands are shaking in rage. He is very eager to kill the beast who injured him.

The Manticore completely crushed all the bones of the Skeletons but got its energy spent significantly. The Skeletons didn't let the Manticore escape by flying by sawing one of its wings when they have the chance.

Gravely injured and in front of the death's door, the Manticore looks at Razwold intensely. The beast is very angry at the man who decided to let his hatred consume him. Razwold raises up their warhammer and strikes the Manticore's head repeatedly until it is crushed.

Razwold's hatred has spread in the area where it is painted in red. Strange noises can be heard and all the Skeletons that were moving turns into ashes. Razwold's wrath has ended and his eyes returns to being amber. But he is still on the verge of dying by blood loss. His consciousness slowly fades away as his blood continues to paint the desert red.