Black Wind Ridge repeatedly witnessed slaughter after slaughter. Although some Deceit Beasts managed to rise above the chaos, becoming increasingly human-like, the majority were reduced to remnants of flesh and blood within the bellies of their kin.
When daylight arrived, Black Wind Ridge presented another scene of desolation, like the sigh of a fox mourning a dead rabbit.
Those Deceit Beasts on the verge of human transformation rarely revealed themselves. It seemed they now possessed a level of Spiritual Wisdom that allowed them to hide within various corners of the town.
Everything in Black Mountain Ridge operated in stark contradiction, yet faintly adhered to some peculiar law.
"Fear the heavens' fury, fear the earth's stillness, fear the soul's unrest…"
A commotion erupted in the West City of Black Wind Ridge. Two Deceit Beasts were actually carrying a pile of flesh and blood as they made their way toward an abandoned temple located on higher ground.
