Chapter 345: The Cost of a Few (2)
Days had passed since the war began.
Countless lives had already been lost.
And amidst the ceaseless battle, no one noticed the blood slowly rising from the corpses left to rot—now nothing more than empty, dried-out husks.
That blood rose into the air, forming a colossal celestial mass that hovered over the battlefield.
It had grown so massive that even the warriors below began to notice.
The blood-soaked orb spun slowly for a long time...
...until it exploded—at her signal.
Blood rained from the skies like a crimson storm.
But those drops were not water—they were concentrated blood that exploded the moment they touched their targets.
The fog gradually turned crimson, colored by the sheer number of deaths caused by the blood rain detonating across the battlefield, slaughtering hundreds at once.
The most terrifying part was how the blood of the dead would gather again, forming yet another blood sphere, repeating the cycle over and over in a brutal process orchestrated by a single person.