Cuban Vs Lenny

This was Bellsbabble, the language of demons.

This language sounded like the clanging of teeth in pain and anguish.

And then the land quaked and rumbled. It was as if the territory was responding to Cuban's words. It was at this moment that Victor noticed that the dry black sands was suddenly wet.

Victor frowned a bit. However, the ground continued to become wet. it was as if the dry earth was all of a sudden rejecting water. 

Victor looked at his werewolf paw and then he noticed that this was not ordinary wetness. 

In fact, it was blood. Soon, the blood rose to knee level, but it was still rising.