The sunrise strikes the forest with intense orange-red rays, cutting through the leaves and spilling across the lush green ground below.
Between the trees, two figures move slowly through the glowing forest.
Krabi walks behind, his expression bored, eyes half-lidded as he watches Scarface ahead of him.
Scarface moves casually, hands buried in his pockets.
The sunlight hits his black shades—just enough to reveal a faint glimpse of the gold glow in his eyes beneath.
Krabi:
"Are we gonna be walking for much longer?"
Scarface keeps walking, not even turning his head, and answers Krabi with a dry, mocking tone.
Scarface:
"Why are you asking?
In a hurry to get back to that little baby with the white fur and pretty eyes?"
Krabi frowns, clearly annoyed, quickening his steps slightly to keep up.
Krabi:
"No. I'm asking because we've been walking forever.
I asked you where we're going—
and you keep answering by asking if I like the cat…
and whether I'm planning to start a family with her."
Scarface smirks faintly as he keeps walking, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Scarface:
"Yeah, seriously… if you start a family with her,
your kids will be wolf-cats.
A beautiful little mix of species."
Krabi's expression snaps. He raises his voice, irritated.
Krabi:
"Will you stop talking about that already?!
I can't take it anymore—
you've been saying the same thing for an hour.
Can we talk about something else for once?!"
Scarface goes quiet for a moment.
A few steps pass in silence.
Scarface:
"Alright. Fine. Let's talk about something else."
Krabi exhales in relief, lifting his head slightly as tension leaves his shoulders.
Then—
Scarface speaks again.
Calm. Sharp.
Scarface:
"How did you decide to betray your own boss?
Your Marshall… essentially.
And come over to this side?"
He adjusts his glasses slightly, the gold glow beneath flickering.
Scarface:
"I know how things work with the Black Wolves.
Betraying your lord…
leads to something worse than death."
Krabi's expression hardens, his voice turning sharp with frustration.
Krabi:
"I didn't come to your side, and I didn't betray anyone.
I was trying to get away—from all of you, from all these war-crazed lunatics…
until something like you showed up and ruined everything."
Scarface lets out a quiet chuckle.
Scarface:
"Oh… now it makes sense.
You were trying to run away with the cat, huh?
Live out your little love story?"
Krabi:
"Will you shut up already?!"
Krabi's jaw tightens.
Krabi:
"You don't know what you're talking about.
A lot of Black Wolves try to escape the Diamond Desert of the Caliph… and lunatic, Chain.
Few actually make it out. Like me."
His voice lowers.
Krabi:
"And the ones who don't…"
Krabi falls silent for a moment.
Scarface turns his head slightly, glancing back at him through his black shades.
Scarface:
"Interesting story.
Why'd you stop?"
Krabi looks ahead, annoyed, already tired of the conversation.
Krabi:
"Are we almost there?
I'm bored."
Scarface:
"Why? Aren't we having a wonderful time?"
Krabi:
"No."
Scarface:
I'm not impressed.
You wolves only know how to howl.
Of course you wouldn't understand communication… or conversation."
Krabi's eye twitches.
His patience snaps.
He swings his leg up, trying to kick Scarface hard—
—but Scarface shifts to the side with lazy ease, dodging it without even taking his hands out of his pockets.
Then he hooks his foot out.
Krabi trips.
Losing his balance, he stumbles forward, rolling awkwardly through the grass and out of the forest—
—and suddenly finds himself standing at the edge of a massive valley.
Krabi:
"What is this…?"
He looks ahead.
Before him stretches a vast valley of red earth.
All around it rise large hills made of red stone, rough and cracked under the light.
The whole place looks strange—
like a piece of land that once stood above the world…
then collapsed deep into the earth and stayed there.
Scarface steps out from between the forest leaves, walking casually through the trees until he reaches Krabi's side.
Scarface:
"Nice, isn't it?
Best place for training."
Krabi opens his mouth, about to speak—
—but Scarface is already moving.
He jumps.
Without hesitation, he drops straight down into the stone valley below.
Krabi stands there for a moment, hesitating.
Then he exhales sharply, steps forward—
—and jumps after him into the valley.
Krabi crashes down onto the stone ground inside the valley.
He slowly lifts his head, coughing, struggling to catch his breath—his chest rising and falling unevenly—as his eyes scan the place around him.
The valley stretches wide, surrounded by massive red hills that close in from every side, making the entire place feel like a prison buried deep within the earth.
A faint wind moves through the valley, carrying thin trails of red dust that drift across the ground and brush against his fur.
The air smells heavy—like burnt soil mixed with wet mud.
Scattered all around are large red boulders, silent and still, like something left behind after destruction.
Krabi:
"What the—… I can't breathe…"
Scarface stands still, arms crossed, watching Krabi struggle to breathe.
Scarface:
"Strange… I thought you wolves from the desert were used to environments like this."
Krabi:
"Oh, is that what you think?"
Krabi raises his elbow in front of his face, trying to shield his eyes from the red dust carried by the slow-moving wind.
Through the haze, he looks at Scarface—
just a few inches away—
standing there calmly, arms crossed, not even wearing his black glasses.
Krabi (inner thought):
"What the hell is wrong with this lizard…?"
From deep within the red valley, heavy footsteps echo across the uneven stone ground—each step thudding with weight—accompanied by low, rumbling growls.
For a few moments, silence follows.
Then—
it breaks.
The footsteps grow louder… faster…
until a powerful sound erupts—like massive tree trunks crashing into each other with brutal force.
The impact echoes again and again, continuous, each collision followed by deep, violent growls.
Krabi shouts toward Scarface:
Krabi:
"What the hell is going on over there?!"
Scarface lets out a quiet, ironic laugh and slowly raises his hand, pointing into the thick red dust ahead.
Scarface:
"Look."
The dense dust begins to fade from Krabi's view, just enough—
and in the distance, two enormous red shadows emerge.
They clash against each other, horns smashing together, again and again—
sending bursts of red dust exploding into the air with every violent impact.
Two massive black bulls, their bodies coated in layers of red dust, stand facing each other.
From the waist down to the knees, they wear a white cloth, now stained deep red—hanging like a rough skirt, with two golden tassels swaying at the front.
Their bodies are heavily built—broad backs, powerful arms, thick legs—muscles tightening under their skin.
From their heads rise two large, sharp horns, thick like heavy wood, sharpened to deadly points as if ground against a brutal wheel.
Their eyes burn with focus and rage—filled with raw fury, like they want to tear everything apart in their path.
They stomp their feet into the ground, then drag them back with force, grinding the earth beneath them—
preparing to crash into each other..
As the dust cleared, Krabi's vision sharpened.
Across the crimson plain
Bulls.
Gathered and scattered across every edge of the red wasteland, all doing the same thing.
They slammed into one another, over and over, their bodies crashing with brutal force as if driven by something unseen.
Their voices rose together—deep, thunderous roars—echoing across the entire plain, colliding and reverberating from one end to the other.
Scarface looks at the bulls and starts walking forward.
Krabi watches, shocked.
Krabi: "What are you doing?"
Scarface lets out a laugh, takes a deep breath, and shouts with force—
Scarface: "Heyyy, you hollow-headed bulls!"
The sound of his voice explodes across the valley, leaving a massive echo that shakes the surrounding hills.
The bulls stop clashing and turn their heads toward Scarface, an abrupt silence falling over the entire plain.
Scarface turns and points a finger at Krabi.
Scarface: "I've got a friend here who wants to meet you… and beat the hell out of every single one of you."
Krabi shouts nervously—
Krabi: "Are you insane?!
The bulls turn toward Krabi and Scarface—
and in an instant, the silence shatters.
Without warning, they lower their heads, horns thrust forward like living spears—
then they charge.
The bulls roar like maddened beasts, their voices erupting into a thunderous echo that rolls across the valley—powerful enough to shatter everything in its path.
A tidal wave of muscle and fury surges across the crimson ground, their hooves hammering the earth with explosive force.
Each step shakes the valley, sending violent tremors through the stone—like an earthquake ready to drag the entire land deeper into the abyss.
The ground cracks beneath them as they rush forward, unstoppable, a stampede of destruction heading straight for Krabi and Scarface.
As the bulls close in, Krabi takes a few steps back, fear creeping into his stance as the ground trembles beneath him.
Krabi: "You've got to be kidding me"
Scarface: "No, bro. I'm serious."
Krabi: "You're a psychopath.
Scarface turns toward Krabi, his beautiful golden eyes glinting under the crimson light.
Scarface: "Yeah… but I'm a handsome psychopath, right?"
In a straight line, one massive bull charges—its horns thrust forward like flaming spears—aiming directly at Scarface, who stands with his back turned, still looking at Krabi.
Krabi shouts, terrified:
Krabi: "Watch out!!"
The enormous bull closes the distance with unstoppable speed—
And at the last possible moment—
Scarface turns.
With a single motion, he raises his hand and strikes forward—
Just one finger.
A precise, brutal hit—right between the horns, straight to the forehead.
BOOM.
The impact echoes.
The bull's entire body freezes mid-charge—
Then collapses face-first into the ground at Scarface's feet, like it lost all consciousness in an instant.
Silence.
Krabi stands completely still.
But now… he's not looking at Scarface like a strong lizard.
He's looking at something else.
Something unnatural.
Something that doesn't make sense.
Krabi: "What the hell… are you…?"
Scarface casually puts his glasses back on, a crooked, ironic grin forming on his face as he watches the rest of the bulls charging toward them.
Scarface: "I'm the main character of the show."
He slowly opens his arms wide—
his voice rising, echoing across the valley like a declaration of war.
Scarface: "WELCOME… TO THE VALLEY OF HELL!"