Blood, dripping drop by drop.
The sound of the injured groaning near death filled the air, accompanied by the excited howling of Li Long. As a qualified Summoner, occasionally releasing the Summoned Beast to foster mutual feelings is a crucial step.
Soft green grass, fertile land.
But there wasn't a trace of humanity; instead, there was a swarm of clawing mutant creatures. The corpse of a Garfield cat lay not far away. Compared to the cherished pet it once was, now its size was no different from a lion, its face still plump but its gaze shrouded in a bloody hue.
Just like order: when humans win, insects and beasts disappear, but elsewhere monsters achieve victory, and humans become the ones who vanish.
Monsters occupied the streets. On some of them, faint traces of pet cats and dogs could be seen, but now they're no longer the playful pets of the past; they're butchers who delight in devouring flesh.
