"Fuck it, why now, hours before the Descent?!" a Blood cult member hissed in fury, rushing through the intricate pathways with his partner.
"I know, right? These fucking corrupted sure chose the worst time. Everyone is too busy in preparation for the Divine Descent!!" His partner echoed his sentiments.
But complain as they must, they still had to go reinforce the rest. As respected Blood Swords of the Order, this was their duty!
They couldn't disappoint the Blood Father, the grand priests, nor the vampiric gods!
Sensing something ahead, both figures skidded to a halt, the flares of gene skills tearing through the darkness.
Just then, they felt an unsettling chill wash over them. The darkness beyond seemed darker than it was meant to be.
Suddenly, a pair of amethyst orbs tore through the darkness… no, not orbs — eyes!
Their hearts lurched in horror at the intensity of the presence before them. They braced for confrontation.
