It was a goddamn bloodbath…
A blood mist in the air, collapsed students all over and so much blood flowing that it formed a blood sea, a certain fishing rod in Gray's soul quivering! — Shriek! Shriek! —
He could almost hear it going: ' Just a little push, and there will be souls to fish! Shall we finish them off, Master?' But the fishing rod wasn't the only one reacting.
Gray felt it.
Something deep inside him.
Pulsating as it felt all that blood, all that power…
[Ding! A Certain Blood God Grins!]
[All This Blood! So Tasty, so Fresh! Absorb it?]
With every step he took, the blood pulsated so enchantingly. It smelled so delicious and— "Go! NOW!" Old Eagle's exclamation brought him back to his senses!
Go? He did…
Gray fled the scene like a robber.
His heart was already beating nonstop; he had to cool his head!
