The darkness, so profound as to be virtually impenetrable, was replaced by an eerie crimson that enveloped the world. Stars, like glistening red gems, dotted the night sky and shimmered with a weird light. Numerous delicate, viscous traces, akin to strands of blood, wafted between heaven and earth.
Two crescent moons had turned into the blood-red blood moons.
The entire world was cloaked in a hazy veil of crimson mist, so quiet it seemed, as if engulfing a colossal grave.
The crimson deepened into a rich glow of blood, casting upon everyone's face, giving off a bizarre hue that made their features appear more twisted, even ferocious. Bathing in the scarlet luminescence, panic began to spread.
People didn't understand what was happening, but everyone could feel the ominous premonition, an indescribable fear that began to permeate every heart, causing bodies to tremble.
They wanted to speak but found themselves voiceless.
