Drizzle, drizzle...
Gradually, centered around the Doomsday Base, the red storm clouds spreading outward began to rain.
With a pop, a golden beetle suddenly burst apart for no reason, drawing the White Bull Shaman's attention. He temporarily gave up on further aggravating the Guardian Eye and swept his gaze around.
The sky was blood-red, stretching as far as the eye could see. Everything in sight was blood-red. What kind of supreme law, what kind of majestic divine power, could possess such influence? Before such power, an individual's strength was simply far too insignificant.
"Something's wrong!"
The White Bull Shaman abruptly wiped the rainwater from his body and rubbed his eyes. Looking at the liquid that had soaked his palm fur red, he smelled its stench, and his expression gradually froze.
"This isn't rain... It's blood. This is blood!"
At the same time, amid the White Bull Shaman's terror, the fur soaked by the blood rain began to itch unbearably. Terrified beyond measure, he fled with all his strength, trying to get away from this blood-red hell. Yet that itch seemed to have bored through his skin and muscles, seeping into his blood and marrow. It penetrated everywhere.
"No... no! What is this? Ah..."
Amid trembling, weeping cries, the White Bull Shaman's fur continuously fell away at a visible rate.
At the same time, the surrounding trees rapidly withered beneath the blood rain, as though their hundreds and thousands of years of allotted life force had been exhausted in a mere instant. Crack. Crack. The sound of trunks breaking was their final hymn.
Those trunks, broken after losing their vitality, fell into the blood rain as though soaked in powerful acid, continuously dissolving away.
"No! Wuuuu, cough, cough, no..."
In the sky, Death Crows wheeled through the air. The blood rain