A distant trumpet rang in Lucien's ears.
It was like the horn of war echoing from afar…
Along with the beating of a drum echoing endlessly…
A sound not of victory…
Not of defeat…
But of a warning…
For the arrival of he... who should not exist…
For the arrival of something TRULY... EVIL.
However, that distant melody of it did not resound throughout the skies of the battlefield.
Rather, it echoed deep into the minds of every living creature on the battlefield.
Whether they were a Human, a Ghost, or an Elf.
Perhaps, that Evil One's followers heard the echo of it with the greatest clarity.
Even the insects, plants, and wild beasts heard it all the same as long as they possessed a consciousness.
Every single entity within the confines of that bloody battlefield heard that indistinct note growing clearer and clearer and buzzing in their ears.
Rahh!!!!!
Raahhh!!!!
Raaaahhhh!!!
Raaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!
