Inside the system space, Razeal slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he noticed wasn't sight.. it was smell.
The air was heavy, thick, and metallic. The sharp tang of iron lingered in every breath he took. It was almost suffocating, like the scent of a thousand open wounds, the stench of blood saturating the atmosphere itself. The very air was red.
[Welcome, Host, to the SSS-Rank Valley of Villey.]
[Villain Title: Vampire Progenitor.]
[Name of System Space: Crimson Expanse.]
The notifications floated silently before his eyes, glowing faintly crimson against the dark background of the world around him.
"Vampires, huh?" Razeal muttered, his voice echoing faintly through the eerie silence. "Well… that's new."
He blinked a few times, letting his vision adjust to the heavy red hue of the place. His eyes darted back to the words "Vampire Progenitor" that shimmered in the air.
