Fang Hong stood beside the Big Cat People, gazing from afar at the colossal corpse of the Silver Mane Spider Queen resting like a mountain on the battlefield. The twilight clouds hung low in the sky, and the setting sun painted a thin layer of blood on the canyon below. A breeze with a hint of chill blew from the west, seemingly dispersing the bloody scent from the basin. The two bathed in the gentle wind, as the Big Cat People struck a match, casting a flash of light in the twilight.
Fang Hong took a deep breath, the air filling his lungs lacking the freshness or refreshing sensation he expected, instead he distinctly smelled a trace of dust in the wind.
