The sky was now darkened by a writhing mass of nightmarish silhouettes. Millions of Rakshasas descended from spatial rifts like a rain of toxic ashes on the obsidian peaks.
The air had become unbreathable, saturated with the pestilence of decomposition. At the center of this storm, standing on the main balcony of the Palace, BaiShe observed the massacre with serenity.
At his side, Long Huang exhaled with fury.
"Look at these cockroaches, BaiShe... They crawl on my lands as if they already belong to them," spat Long Huang. "Their mere presence is an insult to my lineage."
BaiShe laughed, completely disconnected from the horror unfolding before their eyes. "Do not be so impatient, my dear dragoness. We can trust our forces..."
In the distance, three silhouettes stood out from the mass of horned monsters. They wore neither masks nor horns, but their foreheads were marked with the signs of the clover, the diamond, and the heart.
