It was like the end of the world all over again.
Screams of madness and dying throes rang through, rising up into the dark skies.
By now, the entire world seemed to have completely dyed in only two colors;
Red, and black.
The light of the crimson moon filled the bodies of the Blood Moon Goddess's followers, empowering them with inhuman strength and ability.
The tire through the world, the hard ground cracking and turning into dust beneath their feet with every swing of the weapon.
The brighter the moon flower, the greater their power waxed.
The same was true for the Devils.
By now, dark clouds stretched out from one end of the sky, right to the other.
And these were no ordinary dark clouds.
They were literal clouds of darkness. Of concentrated Devil Essence, raining down a thick, black most that perforated through the air and earth, seeping into the flesh of the Devils, making it writhe and dance with drunken might.
