"Have you heard?"
"Another shackle has been broken."
A discussion among the eight specks of light took place.
"What could have caused this chain of misfortune within the lower realm?"
"Truly a baffling question. All efforts of the lower beings to prevent this outcome seem to have failed. What are the authorities in True Earth doing?"
Their distorted voices carried a grave inflection, adding a surreal tension within the already gloomy abyss. The fog wasn't present at the time, which eased the pressure.
"How many have been released?"
"Over thousands," a weak, breaking voice answered.
***
Outside the bustling city of Leon...
A man with a sturdy build, hellish red eyes, and jet-black hair rested his back on a pillar as he sat beneath a large bridge. He let the cold, subtle breeze slam faintly against his body.
His name was Cole Raden, a veteran mercenary, one of the best at his job.
Or at least he was.
