The beach was stained red with blood, and the two groups of sea-monsters holding completely different flags stood back to back, silently found a companion belonging to their own group, and dragged him out of the pile of corpses.

The corpse cleaning team passed by, and there was only eye contact with each other, and no expression could be seen on the cold faces.

Crows, attracted by the smell of blood, filled the treetops, their eyes fixed on the unclaimed Kraken corpses, but before the meal was served, the frost passed by and they turned into popsicles

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