On a lost planet in a distant region of the northern sky, an unholy ritual had been dragging on for months.
Not only had all life on the planet been drained, but every drop of its Qi as well.
From the vast oceans once teeming with carefully preserved life, to the rare forests still standing, and even to the imposing concrete cities.
Everything had collapsed.
Every drop of Qi and life force had been drawn toward a single region, forming a colossal sphere of blood that now completely covered the sky above two solitary figures.
One of them was an old, three-eyed demon. The eye on his forehead remained closed, oozing a thick trickle of blood that ran down his deep wrinkles.
His trembling body could barely stay upright, and his other two eyes, though still open, looked ready to roll back into his skull at any moment.
It had been months of agony, but every second of suffering had been worth it.
