War with humans isn’t as frightening as war with non-humans. The land overflowed with blood and pain; it fed primitive, hungry evil with flesh to sate itself. Darkness descended—there wasn’t a single beam of light anymore; morning would never come. Eternal night. Even the enemies hid away in terror at the unknown, and the war died down. Humanity froze and feared the other powers. In the fortress, a woman with red hair cries out, given to another, waiting for her fierce beast. Let it come and take her soul with it into eternal darkness.