Chapter 89: Eyes of Crimson

In the heart of the small town, nestled among once-familiar and cozy houses, an unsettling atmosphere now hung like a heavy fog.

The darkness of the night seemed to have taken on a life of its own, as if it conspired with the presence of the Blood Slaves, amplifying the fear that had gripped the remaining residents.

In response, they hastily barricaded their windows with wooden planks and fortified their doors with heavy fridges, chairs, tables, and other furnishings that could be moved at a moment's notice, plunging the world into an engulfing darkness.

Within the houses, a trio of individuals stood guard, each stationed at a different point of entry. Their eyes darted nervously around, keeping a watchful eye on the shadows passing by outside, their senses heightened by the distant sounds of growling and rustling.

Anxious whispers filled the air, barely audible above the eerie backdrop, as they shared their concerns and prepared themselves for the worst.