PROLOGUE:

In a gloomy dense mist emanating from the fine specks of dust out of the wrecked buildings and homes is a lady in a dark red dress, standing fiercely on top of a church's cross.

Her dark crimson clothing and wavy hair billowed when a cold, eerie breeze of the wind brushed her firm pale skin. Her dazzling face shone boldly in the bright blue moonlight as she leaped from the cross to a nearby building, which was higher than the cross.

She was searching for something until she locked her sight in a single direction. It was the glint of light that drew her attention as it reflected straight to her ruby eyes.

It was too dark and far distant to see, but her gory crimson eyes appear to be able to see everything clear as day. She was eyeing someone in the distance—a woman in a red dress, standing tall and fearless, with her sword reflecting in the moonlight and her deep ocean blue eyes shimmering just like the dazzling moon.

The street lamps had all gone out, and the area had been partially demolished. Some of them are still functional, but the vast majority of them have been shut down. The dazzling blue moonlight, as well as the flickering lights of a few broken street lamps, serves as the primary source of light for the entire town at the moment.

Tonight is a blue moon and will be feared by the people in town.

A great deal of terror is gripping the human race right now, and they are doing everything they can to conceal and defend themselves from humanity's impending doom—which is set to occur this very night.

The lady in a dark red gown swiftly leaped to the ground from where she had been standing earlier. Her clothing and beautiful wavy hair danced with the wind as she glided gracefully through the air. Her bare feet lightly touched the ground as she made a dramatic facial expression with her eyes closed.

Giving out a strong facial expression, she abruptly opened her eyes, releasing a crimson light from her iris that made the group of zombies behind her cheer and snarl in desperation for more flesh.

When a bloody red baybayin mark patched on her skin progressively revealed letter by letter, the zombies hastily charged forward, passing through her leading to where she had been eyeing previously on top of a building— the location where the humans are gathered.

"I am Bella Barbs, ruler of the realm of the dead, reigning from the ruins of the undead."