Beneath the raging wind, trees bent at the waist.
Amidst the dancing of withered grass, a massive body blocked the clear moonlight.
A shadow appeared overhead, shielding the members of the Death Poetry Society, Freeman, and Amiel.
Instinctively, the three of them looked up.
Then, in the next moment—
Their pupils shrank rapidly.
A bat!
A bat so huge it was unimaginable!
The usually composed member of the Death Poetry Society, upon seeing those giant bat wings, scanning over its sharp hooked claws and sturdy skeletal armor, could no longer remain calm. His eyes involuntarily widened, and he could not help but exclaim—
"Blood Bat!"
Amid the cries of alarm, the expression of the Death Poetry Society's member darkened.
For he saw the 'Blood Descendant' on the back of the 'Blood Bat.'
Having met him once before, but without pleasant exchanges, the 'Blood Descendant' stood on the 'Blood Bat,' observing him indifferently.
