As Aika emerged from the depths of the underground sewers, a sinister aura enveloped her, a dark cloak of power bestowed upon her by her master, Vladis. With every step she took, the earth seemed to tremble beneath her feet, as if recoiling from the malevolent force that radiated from her very being.
Her eyes glowed with an unholy light as she gazed upon the unsuspecting kingdom of Heliodor spread out before her. The city streets bustled with life, unaware of the impending doom that loomed on the horizon.
With a wicked grin, Aika raised her hand, summoning forth tendrils of blood from the very air around her. The crimson liquid coalesced into deadly shapes, forming into sharp blades and jagged spikes, ready to rend flesh and spill blood at her command.
Without hesitation, Aika unleashed her wrath upon the unsuspecting city below. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the blood-soaked tendrils hurtling towards the nearest buildings, tearing through stone and wood as if they were made of paper.
Screams echoed through the streets as panic erupted among the citizens of Heliodor. They fled in terror, their cries of anguish drowned out by the deafening roar of destruction that followed in Aika's wake.
With each passing moment, the city descended further into chaos. Buildings crumbled to the ground, their inhabitants crushed beneath the weight of Aika's relentless assault. Flames consumed everything in their path, devouring homes and livelihoods in a relentless inferno.
But Aika showed no mercy, no remorse for the destruction she wrought. Her eyes burned with a cold, unfeeling light as she stalked through the streets, her every movement a testament to the unholy power that coursed through her veins.
As Aika approached the city gates, a wicked grin spread across her lips, revealing the sharp points of her elongated fangs. Her eyes glowed with an unholy light, reflecting the terror and desperation of the people fleeing before her. She savored the symphony of screams and cries that filled the air, relishing in the fear that pulsed through the hearts of her victims.
With each step, she radiated an aura of malevolence, a palpable darkness that seeped into the very soul of the city. It twisted the air around her, suffocating the hope of any who dared to stand against her.
The tendrils of blood that danced at her command moved with deadly precision, lashing out like serpents hungry for prey. They snaked through the streets, ensnaring unsuspecting souls and dragging them into the abyss of death and despair.
As Aika strode through the city streets, the ground beneath her feet was littered with the lifeless bodies of those who had dared to oppose her. Their blood stained the cobblestones, turning the once pristine roads into rivers of crimson. Some lay sprawled on the ground, their eyes wide with terror, while others hung limply from the eaves of nearby buildings, their organs swaying gently in the breeze.
The stench of death hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid tang of smoke and the metallic scent of blood. Aika paid it no mind, her senses attuned to the symphony of chaos that surrounded her—the screams of the dying, the crackle of flames consuming wooden structures, the dull thud of bodies hitting the ground.
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The tendrils of blood that danced at her command moved with deadly precision, snaking through the streets like serpents hungry for prey. They wrapped around the bodies of unsuspecting victims, dragging them into the abyss of death and despair. Some were torn apart in a whirlwind of gore, their limbs severed from their bodies in a spray of blood and bone. Others were impaled on spikes of solidified blood, their lifeless forms left hanging as grim ornaments upon the walls of nearby buildings.
Aika paid no heed to the carnage she left in her wake, her gaze fixed on the heart of the city where the palace of Heliodor stood. It loomed like a fortress against the darkening sky, its towering spires a testament to the kingdom's former glory. But to Aika, it was little more than a symbol of the power she sought to crush beneath her bare cold feet.
With a wave of her wrist and a sinister smile curling her lips, Aika commanded the blood to rise from the lifeless bodies scattered around her. From every fallen soldier and innocent civilian, crimson tendrils snaked their way upward, coalescing into a swirling vortex of death and decay.
The once-still corpses now became vessels for her dark power, their blood flowing freely at her command. As the wave of blood grew larger and larger, it took on a sinister life of its own, churning and roiling with an insatiable hunger.
With a flick of her fingers, Aika directed the wave towards the palace walls, the crimson tide crashing against the stone with the force of a battering ram. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, shaking the very foundations of the once-majestic structure.
Chunks of stone and mortar were torn asunder, raining down upon the city below in a macabre shower of destruction. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sickening squelch of flesh, obscuring the once-grand facade of the palace in a shroud of crimson mist.
The impact of the blood wave against the stone sent shockwaves reverberating through the air, shaking the very foundations of the palace. The walls groaned and creaked under the relentless assault, cracks spiderwebbing across their surface like veins in diseased flesh.
Amidst the chaos, Aika stood, her grin widening as she watched the destruction unfold. The warm, viscous blood dripped from her fingertips, pooling at her feet as she reveled in the power coursing through her veins.
With a sinister grin, Aika licked her blood-stained fingers, savoring the coppery taste of death. Her crimson eyes scanned the area, spotting a figure cowering in the corner of a nearby building. In an instant, she transformed into a dark red mist, vanishing from sight.
The terrified person's eyes widened in horror as Aika materialized before them once more, her form exuding an aura of dread. Before they could even scream, Aika lunged forward, her fangs sinking into the soft flesh of their neck.
With primal ferocity, she tore away chunks of flesh, the sound of ripping sinew drowned out by their agonized cries. Blood sprayed from the wounds as Aika hungrily devoured them, her eyes wild with a savage hunger.
Unable to control her primal urges, she continued to feast, the taste of warm blood intoxicating her senses. With each frenzied bite, she sucked the life force from her victim, leaving nothing but a lifeless husk in her wake.
Turning to the empty, bloodless body, Aika effortlessly lifted it and hurled it over the castle wall with a casual flick of her wrist. On the other side, the guards recoiled in horror, their formation breaking as they witnessed the gruesome spectacle.
The sight of the lifeless body plummeting to the ground below shattered their resolve, sending them into a panicked frenzy. With horrified screams echoing through the air, they scrambled to retreat, their once-unbreakable ranks crumbling in the face of Aika's inhuman cruelty.