That was a very vague memory.
Like looking through a gauzy veil, it seemed to be a fleeting glimpse from within a dream.
Brian could now only remember the contours of a Moon, its infinite blood-colored brilliance emanating from the pitch-black void, as if the light leaked from a great door to another dimension had opened, reflecting the strange phenomena on the far side of the Moon.
"Not a door, but a crack...
It’s a crack between spaces...
It wasn’t the Blood Moon itself but the aftermath, the residual blood-colored brilliance from another space tainted our world..."
Brian still felt somewhat spiritually bewildered.
He felt very tired now, like those addicts high on drugs, dizzy, his consciousness void, as if floating amidst the clouds, leaving only a sliver of instinct to spread his arms, unleashing countless streams of green mist, eroding all life within a kilometer’s radius..
This toxic fog, corrosive to flesh and blood, was now undergoing a bizarre transformation.
It seemed to gain a semblance of life, as if alive, devouring all life before Brian’s remaining instinctual consciousness, not sparing even the rocks and stones that were difficult to touch before, mercilessly eroding them.
Whether rocks or timber, as the green mist weaved in and out, everything melted into a liquid substance of unknown composition.
From the center of Brian’s body, accompanied by the rampant activity of the green mist, a concave pit gradually formed around the creek, and the range was growing larger...
Brian’s consciousness once again sank into decline.
He felt as though he was brought back to the night of his first encounter with the Blood Moon, with countless chaotic and bloody images assaulting his reason, even the host memories from his past obsessions taking the chance to erupt into chaos, merging with them, turning into giant hands from Hell, attempting to drag Brian’s consciousness down into Hell to be consumed with them.
He was like a small boat constantly battered by storms on the open ocean.
Brian struggled to navigate through the storm, his blurred will being eroded and weakened.
He was close to being submerged.
His remaining reason roared, "I’ll cut you all down!"
A large amount of scalding blood slowly flowed from Brian’s seven orifices.
An intense burst of pheromones erupted from his body.
It was ’the realm’: with a heart like a knife, ’Cuts Through Anything,’ the extreme path of the blade!
Who knows how long had passed.
An area resembling a bite taken from an endless forest or a crater left behind by a meteorite impact centered nearby, the stream had now accumulated into a small lake.
A figure with huge bat wings lay motionless, floating on the water’s surface.
It was entirely black, tall and proportionate, with streamlined muscular contours covered by a layer of scale-like keratin, and without restraint, powerful and brutal pheromones ceaselessly radiated outward, instilling a disturbing unease in living beings, so that the insects and reptiles that had survived the sudden green mist disaster began fleeing this area in madness.
Just then, a blur approached rapidly from a distance.
A hurricane howled, sweeping up scattered leaves from the ground.
the blur drastically slowed down a few hundred meters from the pit, revealing its form.
It was actually a voluptuous and tall woman with long silver hair, wearing a simple leather outfit, her exposed muscles explosive.
The woman’s face was exquisite with cold blue eyes.
She stood atop a tall tree, her head swiveling, her nose twitching nervously, "Damn it, there’s the pheromone of some strong creature everywhere, such potent male pheromones... I never heard about any powerful creatures on the border, what is Kokuvi doing here?"
Elsa Bryan felt both restless and somewhat entranced as she breathed in the surrounding air.
Kokuvi was her younger brother.
This fool had chosen to run away from home, not minding the family’s arrangements, deliberately traveling by water, making her waste a lot of time tracking him.
Not far ahead, she finally smelled her brother’s scent.
It was fresh blood and remnants of viscera.
The smell was very fresh.
This meant her brother had been injured, and no more than twelve hours had passed.
she quickly continued the pursuit, eventually drawing near.
Watching countless insects and venomous creatures burrow from the pile of leaves underfoot, fleeing the vicinity in madness, and hearing no sounds of birds or beasts within several hundred meters, Elsa’s eyes flickered with unease.
The aggression of the pheromones in the air was too strong, brutal, bloodthirsty, full of scorn and destruction for life.
Merely inhaling it, Elsa felt a fear and resistance arising from her spirit.
Even the pheromones of the strongest Second Rank life in her family couldn’t match it when they were enraged.
This was an individual stronger than a Second Rank life... Ah, a male individual!
Elsa was now conflicted.
She wanted to turn and flee, yet she worried her sentimental fool of a brother might be ahead, and at the same time, her body instinctively secreted certain pheromones, pushing her to keep moving forward out of her control...
Elsa was not very old either.
She was actually only 19 this year, lucky to have inherited the talent from her father, and after reaching adulthood, she became a First Rank life.
This gave her more freedom, without the rush to be sent to serve in the Canadian official organizations.