A blood-red moon hung high in the sky like a giant, malevolent red eye, casting an eerie, demonic glow. The Ghost Mist swarmed like a multi-armed fiend, silently swallowing up several neighboring streets and wrapping everything in a shroud of gloom.
The Ghost Bride wore a pitch-black wedding gown, the hem embroidered with ominous, dark red patterns that looked as though they had been traced in fresh blood. Her face was as pale as snow, her eyes flashed with a crimson light, and her long, raven-dark hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall.
The fact that she and the Ghost Groom had once been able to forge a joint Ghost Domain was proof of their extraordinary power.
Chapter 65