Blood-red light erupted from the ground into the night sky, forming a bizarre crimson pillar that illuminated Tobesk's night. Thick blood mist surged in every direction, and within mere minutes, the entire city was shrouded in it.
People sank into an even deeper sleep amid the sweet, fishy stench of blood. The moon was obscured, and the stars no longer twinkled. Only Ring Arcanists who realized something was wrong at the first moment could barely remain awake within the rapidly spreading blood mist. But the mental pressure of the Saint's imminent full manifestation directly assaulted the unusually sensitive senses of Supernatural Beings. No one could endure it for long.
At the rural cemetery on the outskirts, Mr. Corps stood in the darkness outside the Gravedigger's Cabin with a coffin on his back, silently watching the red blood mist drift toward him.
At Dawn Church, holy light radiated from the building and drove back the blood mist. Clergy hurriedly organized a Prayer Ritual, while the choir's singing rose in panic. No one noticed Priest Augustus, elderly and deeply respected, standing alone at the church entrance. The sacred white light around him gradually forced the blood mist away from the church.
At Schneider Psychological Clinic, the unlucky middle-aged doctor whom Shade had guided away from the banquet cowered in the corner of his bedroom, his face twisted grotesquely. Black flames wrapped around him, keeping the blood mist at bay. Rotten green mold spread across the floor and walls touching his body, while shadows and frenzied fire protected him.
At Old John's Antique Shop, the aged proprietor radiated a brass-colored glow. Sighing, he looked toward the night sky as it was gradually swallowed by the blood mist. He wanted to step out of the shop, but suddenly froze and looked toward the city