Midnight struck. Across seven countries, across oceans and mountain passes, the world trembled as the sky cracked with crimson thunder. Resistance bases, once hidden by shadow and secrecy, now faced a reckoning. It began with silence. It ended with screams.
New Delhi Outpost
The guards barely had time to blink.
One second, the wall was still.
The next—blood bloomed in the air like petals on the wind. It twisted into spiraling ribbons, wrapping around necks, limbs, and rifles. Then it tightened.
Bodies dropped. Some without heads. Some without spines.
A woman stepped through the gore. Red eyes glowing softly, ribbons of living blood fluttering behind her like wings. She didn't touch anyone. She didn't need to.
They fell all the same.
Her squad moved behind her—vampires trained in precision. One flicked his wrist. Blood pooled from his palm and became throwing needles. Another sliced with a single red-threaded finger, severing limbs like butter.
