Prolog

On a silent night, the moon shone brightly, illuminating the quiet village. The moonlight danced above scattered rooftops, creating soft shadows that draped the deserted streets. The night wind carried a silence broken only by the rustle of dry leaves and the whisper of branches.

In this serene atmosphere, the village felt on the brink of mystery. Lush trees cast peculiar shadows amidst the moonbeams, adding a magical touch to the village. Distant echoes from the forest added a mysterious tone, as if harboring long-forgotten tales.

The full moon lit the footpath with a silvery glow, guiding hesitant steps in the silent night. The stillness of the night provided an opportunity for secrets and wonders to emerge, while the sky was adorned with scattered stars witnessing the beauty of that quiet night.

Amidst the tranquil village, the beauty of the night was interrupted by a horrifying sight. Lifeless bodies scattered across once-empty streets depicted an unforeseen devastation. Among the crowd of corpses, a man in a black cloak with a scorpion mask infiltrated, concealing dark secrets behind his frightening appearance.

The mysterious aura of the masked man shook the village, and the full moon highlighted his mask emanating fear. Some corpses seemed to be victims of the masked man's cruel actions, intensifying the tension in the silent night with their presence.

The night wind carried unseen whispers, as if the village held untold stories. The masked man walked among dry corpses, his steps cold and merciless. What was supposed to be a peaceful village turned into an unexpected tragedy, and dark secrets began to unravel under the bright moonlight.

While the scattered bodies bore witness to the silent destruction, the masked man walked confidently, as if the village was an exclusive stage for his dark deeds. The scorpion on his mask symbolized an unpredictable power, and his cold eyes explored every corner of the silent village.

In his hands, a person lay writhing, feeling the pain of the mysterious power he possessed. The cries stopped, and like the others before, the human corpse was left on the moonlit streets.

The masked man, currently wandering the village, suddenly stopped and looked in another direction. He saw a light in the sky approaching the village rapidly.

Looking toward the light, he squinted his eyes and sighed slowly, saying, "The wrathful woman has finally arrived."

Uttering these words, he turned around slowly and ran towards the darkened forest. As the masked man walked away, the sky suddenly darkened instantly.

The night wind turned into a fierce gust, as if nature itself responded to his actions. In the distance, golden lightning shattered the night's silence, and an enraged woman appeared with a power surpassing the beauty of the full moon.

The woman gazed at the ruined village with eyes shining like lightning, and her anger became a source of power that swept everything around her. The village, meant to be shrouded in the tranquility of the night, now became a stage for an unstoppable battle between darkness and unbridled fury.

In the golden lightning's spotlight, the wrathful woman, with eyes ablaze, observed the scattered corpses in streets filled with dark forces. Her rage consumed everything, turning the corpses into ashes and making the village a witness to uncontrollable power.

Meanwhile, the masked man who had earlier escaped into the dark forest felt the strong vibrations causing chaos in the village. His cold eyes hinted at anxiety, as if he knew that the woman wouldn't stay silent. Quickly, he continued his brisk pace through the dark forest, merging with the night shadows that enveloped him.