The Yellow Light
When the bloody tornado ceased to spin, it was like a vacuum had been created.
Aldrich landed on the ground overlain with mangled flesh, blood, scales, and bones. There was no sign of wind around him, and the flashes of lightning could only be found in the distant clouds. Aldrich jerked the sword, sending blood drops flying off it.
"Weeeeee… Daddy… that… fun."
Houuuuu!
Although most of the snakes had been annihilated, a few smaller ones still came rushing towards him from the farther reaches of the Dungeon. But even before them, came the howling winds, trying to reclaim the windless area around Aldrich. The hip-hop songs, unperturbed by the bloodbath, kept playing and riling up the storm and thunder among the dark clouds.
Not waiting for any of them to come any closer, Aldrich dashed towards the yellow light atop the mountain. But Aldrich hadn't expected to see the sight when he arrived at the mountain's foot.