Above the forest, the dimensional barrier between the two worlds cracked further—from within, the eyes stared menacingly beneath.
As the crack further widened, the corrupted-red mist spread more through the forest. The howls of beasts below resounded, their bloodlust filling the lands as their mind and sanity consumed from madness; reducing them to mere mindless demons.
Somewhere in the forest, a once, closed ancient eye opened—revealing its intimidating silver pupils. It blinked repeatedly until it eventually realized the situation.
It was another millennium of harvest.
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Below the forest, a blonde-haired man flew through the air, his body crashing against a large tree.
Rio groaned in pain as his back ached from the impact. Why was it that his back was always the victim of pain in every fight? He put his hand to the ground, grasping the grass.
"..Haa."