Bloodstained Sand (4).
Cain stared at the expanse of white sand before him.
Under the moonlight the world was dreary and stark, almost colourless, even.
Still, there was a hidden layer of austere beauty hidden beneath the veil of moonlight.
On this Evernight day, something extraordinary was about to begin.
These white sands were about to be dyed crimson from the amount of blood they would soak up.
The song was subtle at first, faint, but reaching all ears.
This signified the beginning.
He sucked in a deep breath,
"How are the preparations going?"
Steve gently tapped his long staff on the ground,
"Smoothly. Everyone for whatever may come."
Steve's lips parted into a grin,
"Honestly, I don't think it is a bad idea. Changing the landscape in our favor might go a long way."
Cain shrugged, "I don't doubt that. However, I fear it might not be enough."