The river of blood flowed turbulently through the steel behemoth, the suffocating oppression accompanied by the erosion of bloodlines spreading forth across the land.
Whoosh—
Priestess Alia emerged from the river of blood, her body soaked, her wet robes clinging to her form, outlining her sensuous curves, which, coupled with her violent coughing, shook and wavered like tender tofu.
But in her current surroundings, probably, most likely…mostly, no one was in the mood to appreciate this beautiful scenery.
"Cough! What the hell is going on?"
She had just lifted her head and scanned her surroundings when she saw bodies floating down the blood river.
"All Zeta Rank… you've got to be kidding."
Priestess Alia shivered involuntarily, a strong sense of empathy caused by the similarity in life frequencies, especially with such a vast number, confusing her senses for a moment.
Dead, all of them were dead.
