No sound emerged from the smoke-filled area, and this silence was even more terrifying than any noise, especially since those present could not see what was truly happening inside. The swirling dust covered everything, even obscuring the gigantic lion that Folan had transformed into.
Suddenly, the dust dissipated, vanishing as if it had never been, and a flash of blood red burst forth. A figure stood on the ground, coldly gazing forward, holding the wide-eyed head of an individual.
A torrential blood rain fell, pattering as if it would never cease. The falling red blood carried a thick stench that made one nauseous, yet no one was actually able to vomit. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the person holding the severed head, eyes wide with disbelief, and their previous foreboding had turned to reality, manifesting vividly before them.
