The night was profound, the Light Sword crimson.
Fresh Blood seemed to play the prelude to Death.
The moment the Light Sword appeared in the night sky over Port Doldot, the residents there felt as if the apocalypse had arrived.
Everyone couldn't help but tremble.
At that moment, husbands held their wives, and wives held their children.
Being ordinary individuals, they were powerless.
All they could do was pray silently.
Pray that all this would pass.
Pray that their families would remain unharmed.
As for Mystic Side Individuals at that moment, their situation wasn't any better.
In fact, it was even more tragic.
The existence of "Spirituality" distinguished them from others.
It granted them superior status on normal days.
But now?
That very "Spirituality" they once took pride in now made them feel the terror of the Ascend Stepper even more keenly.
Drawn by Fresh Blood, the resulting Death felt like falling into an abyss.
