The blackish-gray sky loomed overhead, casting an ominous pall over the labyrinthine terrain. From above, a rain of blood descended, drenching the land in crimson. Within this sunless void, four silhouettes frantically sprinted across the mud. Actually, they were five If one were to count the ghoul with them.
From their tense expressions and desperate strides, it was painfully clear that their actions were driven by sheer urgency and fear. Behind them, a monstrous tide of blood surged forth in a great wave, threatening to swallow them whole.
'Shit! Shit! As I thought, my luck is really terrible!'
Klaus cursed under his breath.
