The figure watched the gate tremble violently, flashing red. He knew what lay beyond that gate... Great bloodred trees, stretching as far up as anyone could imagine. The grass grabbing at your feet hungrily. But the most terrifying thing was the Garden was its prisoners. Four great Lords clad in scarlet robes, roaming the Garden with blades made of flame, bent on the destruction of everything. And now, they broke from their prison, their eyes set on Offtopic.