Rand City suddenly became incomparably quiet at night.
The once bustling streets and night markets were deserted. Every household had its doors and windows tightly shut, and all shops had put up their shutters as soon as night fell, no longer open for business.
A blood moon rose into the sky, spilling its crimson light over the earth and spreading through the city's streets and alleys.
Every building seemed draped in a veil of dark red gauze, while an air of unease flowed through the air.
Even the stray cats that loved to come out hunting at night had quietly hidden themselves away.
Then, deep into the night, footsteps rang out along the empty streets.
A squad of Night Watchmen in gray robes, swords at their waists and guns on their backs, walked down the long street, watching their surroundings with vigilant eyes.
The crimson moonlight shone upon these extraordinary individuals, only to be blocked by an invisible barrier.
In the apartment, Ronan sat on the edge of the bed, listening as the Night Watchmen's footsteps outside gradually faded away. Then he stood and walked to the windowsill, opening the only window in the room.
Blood-red moonlight instantly streamed in.
It fell upon him!
Ronan instinctively narrowed his eyes.
The original owner's memories contained many rumors about the blood moon. Some were too horrifying and bizarre to be believed, but many could be verified as true.
For ordinary people, the light of the blood moon did not possess instantly lethal power. Its true terror lay in its ability to affect the body and mind, producing unforeseeable mutations.
And no matter what kind of mutation it was, it would drive the victim beyond the bounds of "human."
Turning them into aberrations that had to be exterminated!
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