C86 Hundred Smiles

The moon hung high, not outshining the stars, while the tree shadows danced like specters in the night.

A chill wind swept through, sending involuntary shivers down the spine.

In the Capital of Slaughter, a grand hall stood in a desolate area, thick with the air of death. The eerie glow from the purple moon above was swallowed by a dark stone apparatus crowning the hall