The Great One

Step back (2)

Lobo Village, West Border.

Complete darkness loomed in the entire village. Many debris and ruined houses were scattered around like a great disaster visited them. The makeshift gate that supposedly be manned with one person collapses but the entirety of the village were still not visible to the naked eye because of the black mist that enveloping the entirety of it. The stench that only a death wielder can smell was strong and if one newbie smell it for the first time, they would puke and end up throwing their meals out. The sun was peeking but can’t seem to reach the place. It had become isolated and the chaotic howls and whimpers were too much for imaginations to predict what is happening inside that thick curtain.

There is only two individuals that remain prominent even if they are inside the den of death. They both sported black hair, one long and the other short with a few streaks of gray from aging. They are busy battling and scat