The night wind howls as the Blood Moon rises, with beasts and Havoc Itself rising, covering the land in rivers of red, fire spreading through the vast fields and villages for the forest to violently sprout upon them

There she stands, at the center of this red ravage, smiling as she spreads her dominion.

There she stands, her madness and hatred flowering in bloom as it feeds upon the innocent

There she stands, not knowing of the height she would fall from, one painful day.