The falling rain soaked the sandy plane, freezing it solid rather than turning it to mud.
The water flowed and splashed across the hardened surface, the level rapidly rising, pulled and strung in every direction by the sharp, biting winds.
The downpour was relentless and violent.
Uriel stood with the ruby wall at his back, and the fox waited in the far distance, looming at more than four meters tall and six meters long after having tasted so much of his blood, having turned into a true behemoth.
"Buddy, what's the matter?" Uriel asked aloud, his voice barely cutting through the rain. "I thought we were friends, hm?"
"You know, being a fox and all, turning on me so fast truly doesn't help your stereotypes, you know?"
"KIHHH!" The fox let out a shriek that shook the air, waves of aether exploding around its body, a golden-white hue rising around it.
