The Butchering of DragonKid #1
Chapter I: The Ash of the Vanguard The earth did not weep; it simply burned. For twenty years, the soil of the archipelago had been kept safe beneath the shadow of a single name. But now, in the desolate wastes just beyond the sprawling, choked borders of Manila, the earth was nothing but an ash-heap of slaughter. Thousands of demonic carcasses lay piled in rotting, sulfurous hills. Their black blood had pooled into rivers, carving deep, steaming ravines through the ruined landscape. For twenty-four hours, the battle had raged without a single breath of respite. One man had stood against the tide. One beacon of absolute justice, his body a living testament to the ancient spirits of the land. Now, that beacon was flickering out. DragonKid lay face down in the black mire. His once-glorious form, an intimidating yet strangely graceful marvel of crimson scales and glowing ancient Filipino tattoo motifs, was caked in grime, soot, and his own golden-hued blood. His chest heaved, each breath ...
