Blood Bathe
'When fears are gone, people become heartless.'
A woman in an eye-catching red dress sighed.
'Pain would no longer hinder you when you lose your heart.'
'If one day, the sky turns into a brighter shade of red, you'll realize it's hard to survive by staying innocent.'
'And if you forget about innocence, you'll remember the law of the world where the fittest can stay alive.'
"Don't you think the moon looks dull?"
"It won't be pale for too long..."
Darkness lingered thick in the air over the badly illuminated zones of the City of Tasar, giving the area a gloomy atmosphere.
A red whip, its surface reflecting a chilling glimmer, floated weightlessly in the air, defying gravity. Held by a woman with a seductive smile, the weapon, known as Sifierodemus, a cursed artifact, exuded an otherworldly aura that sent nightmares down the spines of those who saw it.