Chapter 252: The Crimson Tide and the First Ancestor

The world bled. It was not a metaphorical turn of phrase. Under the ghastly, weeping eye of the Blood Moon, a palpable madness seeped into the very fabric of reality. In Electra City, the change was instantaneous and catastrophic. The low growl of a distant aberrant, once a background note in the city’s supernatural symphony, became a chorus of guttural roars. The faint scent of ozone and decay that clung to the city’s shadows thickened into a suffocating miasma of bloodlust. Sirens screamed...