Swirl...
The blood vortex in the center of the chamber spun faster, thickening into a swirling pillar of crimson liquid.
From within it, a figure slowly descended, as if stepping out of another realm.
That supposedly was the Goddess of the Crimson Night, Sanguina.
She was gorgeous... not even that word was an understatement as no words could express how beautiful she truly was.
She had a face and body shape strikingly similar to Jasmine's, yet every color and aura around her felt colder, deeper, and far more dangerous.
Her hair was a rich, dark wine-red, almost black under certain lights, cascading down her back in silky, perfectly straight strands that shimmered like fresh blood under moonlight.
A few loose locks framed her face elegantly, accentuating her sharp, elegant features.
Her eyes were the most noticeable difference, dimly glowing crimson-orange, like two suns filled with killing intent.
