And then, from the umbilical end, a large amount of blood sprayed out...
The blood dispersed in midair like rain, and when it finally fell onto the ground, the blood writhed and formed a figure that emitted a faint red glow.
"Followers of the 'Red Moon'? Always showing up no matter the occasion, and what an entrance..."
Colin quickly recognized that some of the figures landing in front of him were those troublemaking cultists.
He paused momentarily and then suddenly sped up, taking advantage of the figures not yet fully formed, his flames erupted, incinerating all the cultists he encountered on his path...
Although Colin wasn't sure if there were any allies among those returning.
But these guys...
It was certain that he should kill every single one he met.
