Interlude: Beneath the Undercurrents
Demon Tribe.
Crimson land.
Blood-red soil, snow-white rocks, a pale sky, red clouds, and a faint scent of blood in the air—this was the scene at the far western edge of the demon tribe’s territory.
Rivers of blood flowed across the land, defying logic as they ran from low ground to high, all converging at a single place—an ancient castle perched atop a towering mountain.
Surrounding the castle was a moat made entirely of blood.
Countless thick blood vessels, as wide as old elm trees, stretched out from the moat and coiled around the castle...
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