The Great Demon Holm

Morning wasn't much different from dusk, with visibility poor. The Zeppelin hovering above Berlin like a sluggish whale, blocked the already scarce sunlight. The entire city felt enveloped in dust that seemed to fall from the sky.,"Over there..." The boss pointed with an irritated look.,In an instant, blood gushed out of the wound viciously, like a miniature fountain, spurting straight up to the ceiling. It then shattered into splatter after splatter, crashing down onto the ground with a sizzle and pop.。