720. Sharing Despair

Several Blood Cattle Factory blood drawers fled for their lives down the gloomy street.

The sky overhead was no longer sky. It had become a vast blood pool hanging upside down, dark red light seeping from behind the clouds and dyeing the whole city an ominous crimson.

Under that light, the walls on both sides of the street took on the color of rust, and even the shadows stretched long and twisted, as if something were crawling out from the dark.

They ran through an alley. Their boots splashed through puddles, but what flew up was not water—it was the blood they had once regarded as merchandise. Only now, no one had the mind to collect it.

"This way!"

The Lizardman at the front turned into an even narrower alley, shoved open a half-closed iron door, and slipped inside.

The others followed close behind. The last one in was a Succubus. She turned and shut the door, and the dull thud of the iron door closing echoed through the cramped space for a long while before fading.

It was a blood storage warehouse. Sealed metal tanks were stacked along all four walls. Pipes hung from the ceiling, and dried, dark traces still clung to the needles at their ends.

Several of them slid down against the wall and sat there, gasping for breath. The Lizardman was the first to recover. His eyes darted quickly in the dim light, sweeping over every face. "Does anyone know what that thing was?"

The Succubus hugged her knees, her nails digging into her own arm and leaving several pale marks.

"I... I just saw a thick fog come at us," she said, her voice trembling. "Then the whole room went dark. When I opened my eyes again, the factory director had already been dragged