The Blood Entertainment carried on as every desert valley, which served as a makeshift arena for every Blood Group, was eventually filled with a pool of blood, screams of dejection and fear, and eyes that lost their light.
On the other hand, the numerous Blood Groups who had refused to announce their participation in this gimmick, the desire of the Blood Moon itself, began hunting each other's throats in this vast scorching desert.
"Ah, even though we did not agree to participate in this absurdity, we would like to at least be civil until the end." Facing the Faction Leader of Class 342, a girl with long raven hair and brown eyes spoke with eloquence.
"Civil? You want to excuse the non-combatants in this mess?" Miria's emerald eyes squinted, trying to gauge the Class 343's Faction Leader's intention.
