Blood Rain

The blood rain would not stop before the night had passed.

That was something Batwoman had once said.

When she had once been forced to fight an army of Vampires in her mortal body, she had hidden in the darkness and muttered those words to herself.

Whether the person who said it was arrogant or furtive, very few could break free from that crimson mist.

And now, it was one in the morning, and the blood rain was still falling.

When a jet-black greatsword split a body in two, the blood rain fell; when sharp black stone pierced a heart that no longer beat, the blood rain fell; when little hands arriving amid laughter tore off a head, the blood rain fell.

The four of them were completely enveloped by the foul-smelling mist.

"Ah, the last one. Hahaha."

Satana grabbed a Vampire with all four limbs broken and pressed her palm against its forehead. A suppressed flash of fire vanished in an instant.

She tossed aside the charred headless corpse and returned to Deathstroke's side.

The one-eyed man was studying the strange structure before him. Beside him stood a woman dressed in black and green, making the same gesture.

"Looks like we were all wrong." Su Ming planted his greatsword in the ground and let out a long breath.

"Yes." Hela nudged the debris on the ground with her boot and looked down. "This is the Vampires' Yggdrasil."

The four of them stood beside a sinkhole. Within the underground chasm was a massive tower-like structure, an underground wonder made of concrete, steel, wood, and pipes.

The structure extended down into the Abyss, ring after ring of victims disappearing beyond sight.

Countless humans were secured to the gigantic tower. Plastic tubes connected to needles drew out their bright red blood, gathering