As he drawned in the blood, he saw a man approaching him.

  The blood didn't hurt his eyes, but the man walked in the blood like it was air.

  The man craved his fingers on the sides of his head, Bhryan tried to free himself, but it was useless.

  "The time has come, child! Take my army's strength . . . . take it and make yours."

  Whatever that man was doing, Bhryan felt his hole body burning.

  "Take this power . . . . take this, for it is all i still have left, and FREE ME"

  He felt like his veins were about to explode, like somehow all that blood around him flooded his body.

  "I'll shal make you my right hand, and there shall be war, there shall be carnage . . . . and there shall be BLOOD . . . . in my name"

  The man took off his hands, and Bhryan was in completed darkness. He starded to swim up while the blood started to, somehow, dense himself every secon. Soon, he was pushing himself from heavy chunks in the dark.

  After a while, he finally reached the suface. Rain was pouring on his head, he tried to speak but the word didn't came out. His body felt sloppy and tired.

  "What the fucking hell is going on . . . . am i dead? Am i crazy?" he tought to himself.

  For his surprise, a pair o giantic hands took him from the ground.

  "WHAT?"

  Someone rised him in the air. A lightning striked a near mountain, and for a split moment, he saw a giant barbaric man holding him on the top of a pile of corpses. The man smiled before the dark surrouded them once again.

  "WHAT IS THIS? WHY EVERYONE IS DEAD?"

  He tried to free himself from the giant, but his body started to gave in the exaustion, and quickly he blacked out.