Chapter 887 I’m Waiting
- The reckoning began.
- A crescent moon hung thin as a hook, and suddenly, rolling black clouds swallowed sky and moon. Above the merry banquet, a haze of blood drifted and refused to fade, the air so frozen you could almost chip it like ice.
- Guests stood like numbed statues, staring blankly at friends and companions around them—nearly a third of the people were gone.