The shock that coursed through the villagers was palpable as they beheld the blood beasts emerging from the figure that had boldly declared herself as Crimson, the Celestial of Blood Element. Panic rippled through the crowd, and their fear was given voice by one brave soul who couldn't contain his terror.
In a trembling voice, he shouted, "Dammit, run!"
His plea pierced the stunned silence, jolting the villagers out of their stupor. They knew that facing a Celestial was a battle they could never hope to win. The realization sent them into a frenzied scramble, their hearts pounding with terror as they heeded the warning.
The same man who had shouted earlier implored them once more, his voice desperate, "All of you, run! She's a Celestial, and we can't defeat her. Our only chance is to escape while we still can!"
