*RUMBLE!*
Rain fell heavily as thunder roared endlessly, and lightning crawled across the dark, empty sky. It was as if the God of Thunder itself was descending.
CLANG!
"This is your people's end. Stop fighting what has already begun!"
A man with his face covered by a mask roared as he swung his sword upward.
*SLASH!*
The blade carved a deep wound into the dark red-haired man in front of him.
The man gritted his teeth.
"No matter how many wounds I sustain... even if I die... I will come back stronger and put a stop to you!"
He roared as he swung his sword again.
CLANG!
"What makes you so sure?"
the masked man said calmly.
Even with his face covered, the red-haired man could sense it clearly.
He was smiling.
'What has this bastard done?'
Suddenly, the sky tore open.
A horse stepped out from the rift.
It had eight legs and a dark halo like a crown above its head. Runic markings covered its body, and dark flames trailed behind its hooves.
