The dim moonlight shone inside the hall through the large broken windows, taking away the devouring darkness. The ceiling and walls were filled with the ancient paintings of mythological creatures.
The large room was part of a estate which had been abandoned long time ago. In the middle of the floor, stood a large devious figure. His features were barely visible under the dim light but his glowing ruby red orbs could be seen from miles away.
Around him stood similar muscular men, gazing at him.
"We are fighting a lost battle. We should just give up and run for our lives," one of the them shouted defiantly among the crowd.
"They are stronger... much stronger than us," other voice came trembling.
"They have already killed so many of us." Soon the whole room was filled with the guttural murmuring of men.
The man pulled up his lips to let out an angry snarl, his growl so loud that every other voice in the room became dead.
"You cowards... one more word from any of you and I'll rip his throat out," he said, anger seeping out his tone as he glared across the room.
"We have to do to it protect ourselves. Do you want us to be extinct?" He continued. It came out more as a threat than a question.
"We will continue what we are doing. Increasing our numbers is the only advantage that we can get over them." No voice rose against him. "And if any of you wants to challenge me, now is the time," he threatened, daring the other men to utter a single word.
As he walked away, everyone stood aside to make way for him. They were all infuriated with their leader but none dared to rebel against him. He walked past them sensing their anger rolling off in waves.
He knew him and his men were fighting a lost battle, yet he refused to bow down. It went against his nature. He also knew even if they backed down, they all would be ripped apart.
Their enemy was vicious and merciless, it had no intention to negotiate and was bent down on one thing—to destroy their race. He was afraid, very afraid of them, but not a single muscle on his face revealed that.
It was coming. Their enemy was coming for them.
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