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墨書 Inktalez
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Drops of liquid continuously fell from the walls, shattering on the stone tiles below.
In the main hall of the church, a figure sat quietly in the foremost seat, a hood obscuring their face. The red robe enveloped their body, and a hand, resembling dried bone, emerged from the sleeve, rhythmically tapping on the armrest of the chair.
The regular tapping echoed throughout the empty church. The seated figure remained silent, like a statue carved from blood.
As if sensing something, the figure's fingers ceased their tapping, and soon after, cracks began to form on the ground before them.
A thick, red liquid surged forth from the fissures, abruptly revealing a blood pool. Within the blood pool, blurred figures slowly began to coalesce.
"Why is it only you? Where are the others?"
The voice came from beneath the hood.
In the blood pool, a figure trembled, and a calm female voice replied, "They are dead."
A wave of chilling dread washed over the hooded figure, but it quickly subsided into calmness again.
"We were played for fools. Those insects from Qing Ming only sent a high-ranking Fallen Demon Hunter while we lost two Red-Clad Cultists."
Anger was barely concealed in her voice.
"Is that all?"
The Crimson Robe and Hood remained unfazed, their tone utterly indifferent.
The figure in the blood pool hesitated slightly, their anger retracting as if in doubt.
"And we also lost a Blood Clan Artifact—the Blood Womb."
As soon as those words were spoken, the previously coalescing figures in the blood pool began to bubble violently, blood bubbles erupting on its surface.
Suddenly, anguished screams echoed from within the blood pool.
"Ah! My lord, spare me! My lord! It was all those Azure Abyss insects who set us up, making us mistakenly believe that thing had appeared; it was all their fault!"
The woman let out a piercing scream, her reality trapped somewhere in a distant inn.
The woman, her body completely bare, knelt on the ground as blood flowed from her seven orifices. Her eyes were clouded, leaving only a pool of crimson where her pupils once were. She writhed in agony, feeling the blood seep from her every pore.
Before her stood a mirror, within which the figure in a Red Hooded Cloak quietly observed her.
"This is your punishment for losing the Blood Artifact. Now, I require you to return to the Abyss."
The woman endured the excruciating sensation of being torn apart, her expression one of shock and disbelief.
"But there is nothing there? Could it be...?"
Her words faltered as a glimmer of ecstasy flickered in her eyes, even as blood continued to ooze from her body.
"The Azure Abyss speaks not in vain; it has indeed manifested. Though its presence is faint, you must ensure not to create too much disturbance. The Military Department is still watching."
"Yes," she replied, halting her trembling. With her naked form exposed, she slowly maintained a posture of reverence on her knees.
The mirror before her lost its luster, and the Red Robed Figure began to dissipate.
This realm will ultimately witness what is to come.
The woman gradually rose to her feet. In the distance, a black robe floated toward her as if possessed by a spirit, gently draping over her shoulders.
She placed her hands over her heart and began to chant as if in prayer.
Meanwhile, in another dimly lit alley, a similar scene unfolded quietly.
A disheveled beggar chewed on something with a grimy mouth.
As he drew closer, dark red blood dripped from the corner of his lips.
"Delicious! This flavor is exquisite! I've been hungry for so long. Sir, won't you have some?"
The beggar said as he extended his bloodied severed arm toward the shadowy figure in the distance, presenting it like a treasure.
"Get lost."
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