However, at this moment, something different occurred.
Originally, when the Night Fiend manifested, the sky should have turned to a blood moon and blood rain.
But now, the dark clouds and the storm above showed no signs of dispersing. Instead, they suddenly ripped open repeatedly, as if torn apart by some force, consequently wounded.
The sporadic splotches of crimson light, under the night sky, now resembled red stars.
And the trickling blood rain formed into one stream after another of straight, deep red rain lines, sparsely falling down! Each stream created a three to four-meter diameter hole, where only thick blood like columns flowed through those red holes piercing the clouds above.
It was as if someone punctured the dark clouds with numerous holes, wounding the flesh, bleeding blood; as though the dark clouds themselves were the collapsing heavens, and the thin crimson columns supported it.
Aleister squinted slightly.
