Chapter 258 – Ocean of Blood [5]
The world was still drowned in red. The air had changed completely. What once everyone — mundane or awakened — could breathe, had become something only the damned, the forsaken, could begin to inhale.
The ones who had nothing to lose. The ones abandoned by the gods and destined to die, their blood slowly joining the river that was growing—thick, dark-red, relentless—into a terrifying… ocean of blood.
The battle was still going on. People were still dying. And the more they died, the more the scent of the air changed again, as if transformed into something… forbidden, something vile and ancient, alongside the heavens that now bled crimson.
