Simultaneously, in Jiading District, the ethereal glow of the Blood Moon bathed Qiuxia Garden in an eerie radiance, illuminating a nightmarish scene.
The once tranquil haven now bore witness to a grotesque tableau of horror—blood-stained pathways and lifeless bodies strewn like forgotten relics.
Blood Slaves, relentless in their onslaught, trampled over the fallen, their advance punctuated by the staccato rhythm of gunfire.
"Gaesaekki, Gong-gyeok!" A cacophony of dread-laden cries pierced the air, drowning the garden's usual serenity.
The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant croak of frogs, once the symphony of nature, now wove an eerie lament for the shattered peace.
Gunfire echoed through the night, a discordant symphony battling the growls of the encroaching Blood Slaves.
SPLASH!
