A blanket of black and red wrapped the proud commandant of the Nether World’s imperial army of narakas and fallen angels like a scene straight out from gory books. The flutters of the small wings owned by thousands of butterflies drew everyone’s attention. The commandant, who did not pay attention to it at the beginning, started to swing his sword with the attempt to make the horde of butterflies fly away from him, sensing the danger looming along with the s*******r butterflies.
“What are those?”
“Butterflies?”
“In the arena? And that many?”
The ghouls started to speculate while the shadow beasts backed away from their targets as their attention was fixated on the butterflies which were flying around the commandant on circles. With their tails tucked between their legs, the shadowed be
