Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
Gusts of wind howled through the mountain hollow, rustling the dry sand and mud on the ground, sweeping up the slope, making the maple forest in the deep woods sway like countless blood-red flags.
Gradually, the air began to chill, and threads of rain drifted down from the unseen clouds and mist in the night.
This might be the last autumn rain ushering in winter this year.
The cold intensified further, and the biting wind rolled down the slope again, carrying a few fiery red maple leaves, swirling them down to the base of a tree in the hollow.
Suddenly, two sharp rays flashed from under the tree, and with two 'hissing' sounds, the maple leaves were shattered into fragments, scattering to the ground.
They were a pair of blood-red eyes, redder than the scarlet maple leaves, extremely frightening and ferocious, filled with terrifying murderous intent.
