In the dense forest of the canyon.
A group of Jackal-Wolf People were slitting the necks of several captured antelopes, letting the sticky liquid splatter onto the altar.
As they moved, the originally dim ground gradually lit up with scarlet patterns.
The blood seeped into the granite stone ground, like a large mouth greedily sucking up nutrients.
All the Jackal-Wolf People present were bathed in this ominous crimson light, their faces showing a human-like expression of "enjoyment," their eyes blurred, as if consuming a great tonic, or falling into some kind of euphoric trance.
While the Jackal-Wolf People were immersed in "enjoyment," snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
At first, none of them took notice of this unusual snow.
Occasionally, a few Jackal-Wolf People would raise their heads briefly, but soon they would look away.
Until the snowstorm gradually intensified.
