BLOOD PAWN

Alkiya , which was once a peaceful and beautiful kingdom, has now become a battle field of greatest war. The battleground was a canvas with shades of red and despair. The air filled with a symphony of shouts and groans, and the guttural cries of dying men. The once peaceful blue sky has turned into a somber picture of red smoke and ash, a sobering reminder of the devastation below.

Ankle-deep pools of blood, each scarlet stain a somber monument to the lives lost. The smell of rot and death pervaded the air, creating a sickening stink that hung heavy in the air.

"STOP IT! STOP IT ALL" Yuui yells.

Yuui's voice echoed through the chaos, raw with desperation and defiance. With her eyes wide with agony, she stood in the middle of the battlefield, the blood dripping about her like a horrific curtain.

"What is the purpose of this?"

"BLOOD RAIN" Winter reply's.

The sky transformed into a haunting canvas of crimson, swirling with dense clouds that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. The air on the battlefield became abnormally cold as the crimson smoke, a horrifying memory of the dead, rose.

Suddenly, the clouds parted, unleashing a rain of blood droplets that fell like a torrential downpour. Each drop shimmered ominously, morphing mid-air into vicious spikes, sharp and unyielding. They pierced the armor of soldiers and struck down magicians, who conjured their spells too late, their incantations drowned out by the cacophony of chaos.

The battlefield erupted into screams as the crimson spikes found their mark, each one a token of vengeance from the slain, a reminder of the merciless winter that had claimed so many lives. In moments, the ground was littered with the fallen, a testament to the brutality of their struggle.

"Why? Why? Why has it come to this?" Yuui's voice broke, her anguish pouring out like the rain that fell around them. She felt the weight of every choice pressing down on her, each moment leading them to this grim battlefield.

"Is it all because of the people? The king? God?" Her thoughts raced, spiraling into despair. "No, no—this is all happening because of me. I'm the one who drew the circle. If I hadn't done that, we'd both be sitting on the bench, listening to music right now, laughing like we used to."

"Help!" a young soldier cried out.

"Run!" a grizzled veteran shouted.

"We all are going to die".

"I can't win…" Yuui whispered to herself, her voice trembling with fear.The thought echoed in her mind, heavy and dark. The tears came then, hot and silent, spilling from her eyes and running down her cheeks. Each drop carried the weight of her sorrow, her fear, her grief for those who had fallen, and for the inevitable end she believed she was facing.

Her sword hung limply at her side, the weight of hopelessness pressing down on her shoulders. Every breath felt heavier than the last, and each second that passed only deepened the dread gnawing at her insides.

The battlefield was littered with the bodies of her comrades, brave souls who had fought with every ounce of strength they had left. And yet, even in death, they could not escape Winter's grasp. Yuui's eyes widened in horror as she saw the blood—thick, dark, and alive—slithering out of their corpses, winding across the ground like serpents drawn to their master.

"No," she muttered, stepping back, her legs shaky. "No, this can't be happening..."

But it was. Winter stood in the center of it all, a twisted figure of power and death. His pale, gaunt face showed no emotion, only cold calculation as the streams of blood coiled upward toward him, gathering into a swirling mass above his head. The blood cloud grew thicker with each passing moment, darkening the skies like a storm of death.

Yuui's stomach churned as she realized what was coming next. The cloud, now bloated with the blood of her fallen comrades, began to pulse, and from it, drops started to fall—heavy, sharp droplets of blood that rained down like daggers.

Screams echoed across the battlefield as the blood rain tore through armor and flesh alike. Each drop was a weapon, lethal and unrelenting. Yuui stood frozen in horror as she watched more of her comrades fall, their cries swallowed by the storm of blood.

"He's using them," Yuui whispered, her voice shaking. "He's using their blood... as a weapon."

Her mind raced, but every thought ended in despair. The longer they fought, the stronger Winter became. Every death was a victory for him. Every drop of blood that left the bodies of her comrades fed his power, turning the battle into an unwinnable nightmare.

"We can't stop him," Yuui said again, barely audible over the sound of the blood storm. She could feel the weight of it sinking deeper into her chest, a truth too painful to bear.

Winter was unstoppable.

And the more they fought, the more they fueled him.