In the nightclub, ravaged by a blood-colored fog and engulfed in madness, the blue-haired masked youth arrived like an unexpected breeze, cutting through the chaos and clamor.
His eyes, peering through the slits of his mask, flashed with an all-seeing light; he had foreseen the calamity that was descending upon them.
"The Blood Moon, huh?"
Moter's expression was calm as he stared at the unknown blood-colored flower at the center.
When the blood-colored flower bloomed on the center stage and released its intoxicating fog, he chose not to flee but resolutely stepped into the heart of the mayhem.
Moter moved with steady strides, each step leaving deep marks on the ground.
As he approached the stage, the blood-colored fog seemed to sense a threat, swirling violently, attempting to block his advance.
But the youth did not stop. His Silver Sword shone with a piercing light under the dim lighting, its tip drawing silver arcs through the air, forging a clear path through the fog.