It was a bizarre landscape.
In a world where not a single ray of light entered, only blood-red outlines settled like a sunset existed. That alone was the sole boundary line distinguishing objects.
Moreover, what about the corpses forming a low hill?
They were all women with silver hair and blue eyes. Their appearances were also similar, to the point of creating the illusion that the same person had suffered death tens of thousands of times.
So I couldn’t recklessly step forward.
Not only was the feeling of corpses getting caught under my feet eerie, but also because the aura emitted by the enemy standing before me was no joke.
The ‘vampire’.
She was an opponent I had faced before. I remembered her giving a somewhat fresh impression back then, but the atmosphere of the vampire I faced again today was completely different.
Rather than pure, it felt languid.
Moreover, impressions of maturity, composure, and beauty passed through my optic nerves one after another.
In addition, that slender appearance was enough to make the viewer feel a strange sense of crisis. Like the feeling of seeing a flower that could break in…