Woo woo woo...
An icy wind, mixed with a thick scent of blood, suddenly arose around Tulip Castle.
The sky-high hatred of a Legendary Paladin, under the combined influence of "traitor" meddling with fate and the Ghost Hand Dagger, almost instantly solidified into reality.
Men, women, old and young, reduced to mere red silhouettes, with indistinguishable faces, appeared one after another outside the breached Tulip Castle; they were bent over, heads hanging low, silent.
For years, the number of humans killed by the Ghost Hand Dagger was beyond count, and each time it claimed an entire family, resulting in a dense accumulation of resentment within its blade.
The weather was seemingly fine, yet a layer of murky yellowish blood-stained haze inexplicably appeared before everyone's eyes.
