Under the ominous crimson light of the Blood Moon, the medieval fort in Balkan City loomed, its silhouette etched against the night sky.
The air thickened with an otherworldly tension as the crimson glow bathed the surroundings in an eerie, surreal hue.
In the dimly lit interior, torches flickered, casting elongated shadows that danced along stone passageways. Light and darkness played their macabre dance, adding a sinister dimension to the historical artifacts lining the walls—silent witnesses to the unfolding ritual.
Deeper into the fortress, a vast room unfurled. The cold stone floor bore a meticulous pentagram, its lines faintly glowing in the dimness.
At the center, lifeless forms lay in grotesque display, blood oozing and defying gravity as it rose toward the Blood Moon. The atmosphere carried a metallic tang, the scent of blood mingling with ancient stone.
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