No More Food For You.

The sun hung high up in the centre of the crimson skies. She embraced this piece of land with her warmth that was not at all welcomed in this desolate domain of destitution.

Down below, an army traversed through the fetters of a scarlet mountain range that resembled the carvings made by the Titans themselves.

A sturdy man on armoured horseback led the army from the front; a 3-meter long spear was strapped on his back, which made faint yellow trails along with the winds as it swayed.

The man had bronze skin with short black hair. Two dark eyes rested upon his oval face. A full beard fell down from his chiselled jawline that reached his chest. Wearing light leather armour, he surveyed his surroundings with vigilance.

One of the soldiers came to his side and said, “Lord! the scouts have found something on the shoreline.”

“Lead us to it,” the man said.

The army changed the direction of their march before reaching the end of the path leading to the ashen shore.