The surge of malevolent blood energy mixed with severed limbs cascaded down upon Task Force Three. In the turbulent waves of blood, heads bobbed up and down, grinning wickedly at the group. The air thickened, and the nauseating smell of blood filled everyone's senses.

"What the hell is happening?!" the leader screamed in panic.

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat now!"

In the distance, a hermit raced toward the blood-red light. "Damn it! How can there be such a terrifying amount of Blood Bane Energy in Silverboa?!"

The dense Blood Bane Energy boiled in the air, casting a crimson hue across the sky.

Task Force Three scrambled back into their vehicles and frantically drove away from the blood-red patch in the sky.

Swoosh!

However, amid their retreat, a figure moved in the opposite direction toward the Blood Bane Energy. It was the same filthy hermit who had first sensed the terrifying presence.

"What is going on!?" he exclaimed.

Having initially felt the Blood Bane Energy's terror from