This was worse than I thought.
No—it was far worse than I could've imagined.
My gaze hardened as I stood on the edge of Central Vedelia, staring at the city thrown onto destruction and chaos.
In the game, this city never looked like this. Sure, it had been chaotic, blood-soaked even, but this—this was something else entirely.
Because right now, the Blood Moon Spell was active.
I lifted my eyes toward the sky. The moon hung low, swollen and red, bleeding its light across the rooftops. It pulsed faintly, as if breathing with the city itself.
Even though it looked weaker—unstable, almost like a failed imitation—it was definitely the same forbidden blood art.
The Blood Moon Spell.
Elizabeth's ultimate creation… or curse, depending on who you asked.
