In an unknown place, unknown time, calm was the forest's shine as the day was bright as the scorching grip of the blinding sun. Along with the roar of the river, deafening underneath the proud rooted mountains.

In the heart of the forest, there were abundance of bounded like snakes tree roots and constantly glowing different kinds of mushrooms, which truly resembled the beauty of fireworks at night. In spite of that beauty, a group of different animals with long horns and four-legged beasts were moving closer to the surging water and trampled to oblivion these organisms with their firm as steel feet.

The touch of heavy wind did amazingly nothing to their heads akin to a fortress. In addition, focused to quench their never-ending thirst was their glowing red eyes.

The majestic creatures were just about to reach the side of the river when an abrupt darkness covered the sky. Startled by the vibrations where they stood at, they hastily ran off as the earth gradually shook.

Those who had wings lifted their wings, triggered by the forest just a while ago, sleeping, which had now begun to grow restless.

The last piece of harmonious land started to tremble, initiated by a sudden force that dissipated the clouds in the sky.

Comparable to noodles, the trees wiggled. Dancing flowers popped out of nowhere, then disappeared. Visible in between the mists was the cause of this phenomenon that altered the reality and turned the whole world mad. Yet the dreadful feeling that any man alive wouldn't dare to catch a glimpse. Likely to corrupt any soul brave enough to have the audacity to risk their lives.

Meanwhile, turned over were the lands and oceans. The wind ran wild and tremors were alarmingly never-ending as if the world would collapse any time. Also in the forest, there were no life form, replaced by the silhouettes of jet-black creatures, dancing, and gliding in the center of the violent storm.

There were countless of them, eyes as large as an adult's head; they resembled a bat with large black wings enough to cover an entire bus.

Horrifically, joy was evident on their ugly faces when they smiled in the same manner as a clown. Not minding the chaos. Instead, they happily waited for catastrophe to immediately strike this land.

At last, a light beam came into sight and split the sky in half, which momentarily covered the dark surrounding in white, nothing but white. The heat was so intense that even hard boulders of rocks melted kilometers away.

From the beam of light emerged a colossal limb resembling a human arm covered in dark, sinister aura. Sharp claws identical to that of a hawk or a tiger, which brutality gripped the mountains across the land. Flattening the mountains and wrecking havoc, the fierce arm continued to erased everything it could touch.

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It ragingly dragged on for not so long, when suddenly, shadows appeared out of nowhere far away from the scene. There were only a few of them, of which the number of heads could only reach up to ten. Even still, none of them were anxious as they patiently waited for the hand to withdraw back into the gaping hole that had emerged in the sky.

Briefly, one shadow began to move then followed by two until all of them moved similar to a nimble cat. Fast as an arrow, silent as a mouse, their movement was swift, synchronized, and flawless as their shadowy boots glided with the wind. They had advanced discreetly in the direction where the hand descended from.

Only a short moment passed and the shadows were now beneath the fading hole. As if already planned, each of them stretched their arms. Not a single act they did, but formed a perfect circle; yet it magically produced a glowing bright pentagram on the ground, indistinguishable to the one used to summon the devil.

Then complicated symbols emerged above the shadow's head, which covered more than half of the circle. Furthermore, the symbol released a gigantic sword clad in a bluish aura which went straight to the sky, piercing the disappearing hole as well as the heaven.

No sound could be heard at this time, not even the flapping of wings coming from the eerie living entities. Eventually, a blood-curdling scream echoed around the earth after the moment of silence and the terror of a hand that just a moment ago, destroyed half of this planet materialized into an empty space in the sky.

It was the same abomination that could unnerve brave heroes and intimidate prideful dragons; however, the unknown shadows could feel the immeasurable anger from the hand, yet they saw no change. Since barely with its presence alone immobilized the group and could only stare at this calamity.

Fortunately, one of them stepped forward. A figure of a man came to light and was revealed from the faint shadow.

With no hesitation, he pointed his finger up, and under his breath he said, “Prism of time manipulation,” in a calm and collected way, as if he waited for this moment for so long and couldn't afford to make an error. Perhaps he made the strongest move he'd ever made in his life.

Smoothly, the time seemed to be frozen and hindered the tribulation from happening. It only lasted for a whole minute or so but the world had stopped moving.

Then the arm began to moved. Boom! It blasted everything in sight, consequently, screams that were not of human souls filled the earth for only a moment. The hands of the clock moved again and all of the members of the shadowy group had turned into dust one by one.

From clothes to flesh, bone to dust. Their souls stood still until there was nothing else left. The last one shadow to fall was their assumed leader, which had turned into a mere fragment of soul.

Far away, falling in the air was a tiny object seemingly merged from various elements as a result from the collision of magic swords. Though difficult to discern, a drop of blood from the obscure behemoth hand could be seen covering more than half of the object

Simultaneously, a transparent eye had arose from the scattered ashes, looking up in the sky. We only need one. Sadly, no one was there to witness it, but firmness of will and hope were evident in this lonely eye. Only one. It gazed at the empty space of air and slowly vanished without a sound.

In the meantime, growls of earth reverberated around the world. Creepy sounds, familiar voices and screams that turned into cries of despair.

Cries of the bleeding world. A lonely world which had no place left that was safe and no place that anyone could escape to. Inconceivable but, it took only a single day for this planet's destruction.