The torrential rain poured down.
The metal roof clattered loudly, like drumming on a battlefield, dense and rhythmic.
Occasionally, a blinding flash of lightning ripped through the night sky, briefly illuminating the inside of the slaughterhouse.
Grotesque iron hooks hung from the beams, and fragments of meat and heaps of corpses littered the ground.
The air was thick with an overpoweringly nauseating stench of blood.
A few fragmented barks, shredded by the wind and rain, intermittently echoed, akin to wailing.
In the darkness, two shadowy figures clashed at a speed that exceeded normal human vision, constantly colliding.
Each collision resounded with a muffled "bang," occasionally mixed with the ear-piercing screech of twisting, deforming metal.
One of the figures was clearly at a disadvantage, stumbling backward continuously.
The iron racks along the way were smashed and scattered, clanging loudly.
