CHEVEYO
My eyes grew a little the moment I caught a Baspiritu trying to attack my spot as he recognized that this was where the bullets were coming from. I turned off the machine and took out my sword again as the sound of the trumpet aroused in the place.
Everyone in the underground started attacking as they ruined the dome by the blazing fire created by their palms, so that they could easily get out.
Smokes from the dead souls, ashes from the dead bodies were strewn throughout the settlement. The new colors of what was once a quiet port community were red, black, and gray, and it had now become the scene of a large-scale assault. The air, which would ordinarily be filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and the sound of people, had been replaced by a torrent of explosions, battle
