In the pale and deep underground, the scene displayed only two monotonous tones—gray and white, occasionally joined by the flickering bluish shadows among the withered forest.
When the combat reaches a certain stage, it's hard for both sides to distinguish between friend and foe, as they clash like two beasts locked in mortal combat, using their final strength to bite through the opponent's throat—
The dying people's anguished cries, along with the warm blood gushing from their chest, turn into specks of white light, like dissipating star embers.
The crystal monster withdraws its slender claws from the cold corpse, its narrow blade smeared with the glaring color of fresh blood.
But it is immediately sent flying by the deceased's companion—a Dwarf, who roars and swings his combat axe, shattering it to pieces on the ground.
The crystal, deprived of its color, and the array fading layer by layer upon it, roll down into the gnarled roots of the withered trees, unnoticed by others.
