"Fuck"
A voice rang out across the verse distorted field, a lone figure, a silver-haired man could be seen sprinting across the lands with a train of oddly shaped monsters right on heels.
But what made him shout out in horror was what awaited him in front. A flock of beasts, one that looked like bulls lied in his path and it was too late to take a detour.
"I know you can hear me"
The youth shouted out to no one in particular, all while keeping up his speed, the distance between him and the flock of dark bulls reducing with every passing second.
"It wasn't supposed to be this way you know, I'm sure you knew about the herd, you could have warned me at least"
The herd of beasts that laid spread out across the plains were one of the oddities in the hell Noah had found himself. Contrary to the behavior of the rest of the nether beasts, these bulls moved in pairs, emigrating following a unique path every time, never staying in the same place for too long.