The sky was ablaze.
The faces of the Cat Race were filled with despair; from the moment the enemies stormed the camp, death shadowed them. In truth, they did not know where to escape, as enemy silhouettes were everywhere.
A pack of Kobolds.
They wielded Steel Sabers or some enormous weapons, slaughtering wantonly, and every ugly face was filled with madness.
For the Cat Race, no one could stop this atrocity.
Amidst the firelight, a Kobold first chopped down an old man, then grabbed a young girl and threw her to the ground. Their eyes shone with a fearful red glow, resembling beasts, driven only by the urge for slaughter and blood.
The ground was littered with corpses, limbs and blood everywhere. The massacre continued like some extreme ritual, and everyone had become sacrifices for this evil prayer.
...............
Past events were vivid in their minds; it was for this reason they chose to pick up their weapons and inflict the same pain on the enemies.
"Fire."
