As the patterns on Blood Fiend's face lit up, a similar pattern countless times larger etched itself onto the space above the battleground.
It covered the entire cloud arena!
The blood lights came to an abrupt halt before dissipating into a blood fog that permeated the entire space.
More than simply obstructing his vision, the blood fog attempted to seep into Anon's flesh through his pores and orifices.
Destroy from the inwards, certainly, he would not allow that.
Twirling his spear, Anon obstructed such attempts by creating powerful gusts of wind. But this was just an aftereffect of the blood pattern above.
Upon appearing, it was desperately building up power.
By the time Anon had ridden the threat of the blood fog, Blood Fiend himself was in a sorry state, seemingly having lost decades of his lifespan.
His skin was shriveled, his body was a shell of his former self, and his hair was even falling from his head.
