The aftermath of the Blood Moon had settled across the world. Survivors emerged from shattered bastions, some nursing wounds, some tallying losses. And then, the system's voice rang out—not as a whisper, but like thunder over every stronghold: the global ranking announcement.
Screens, magical projections, and crystal arrays in every safe zone flickered to life. Names, kill counts, and rewards appeared as though etched in reality itself.
Global Rankings
1) Sanctuary Isle – Kane Wylder
Total Kills: 103,412
Survivors Contributed: 58 active fighters, 10 mages, 1 necromancer, plus Ironbound Legion, toy units, and familiars
Reward:
1,000,000 EXP (distributed individually to every fighter)
250,000 Coins (distributed individually to every fighter)
Profession Scroll for every survivor (allowing upgrades to their class or unlocking a secondary profession)
Crimson Relic: a mysterious Blood Moon artifact tied to future abilities
Special recognition for Kane Wylder as the first to surpass 100,000 kills in a Blood Moon event
2) Northwatch Bastion
Total Kills: 83,120
Reward:
EXP evenly distributed among all defenders
150,000 Coins
Minor Crimson Item (lesser power than Kane's)
3) Eastern Fort of Azure Coast
Total Kills: 75,445
Reward:
Distributed EXP
120,000 Coins
Profession Scroll for all fighters
4) Southern Cliffs
Total Kills: 65,200
Reward:
Distributed EXP
100,000 Coins
5) Western Harbor
Total Kills: 57,300
Reward:
Distributed EXP
85,000 Coins
Other safe zones trailed behind, their leaders staring at the projection in disbelief, some even gritting their teeth in frustration. The disparity was massive, and the world could not ignore the supremacy of Sanctuary Isle.
Back on the island, the announcement created an uproar of cheers, but Kane remained composed, surveying the scene.
Reina clutched her plush rabbit, peeking at the display of rewards. The toys twitched with excitement, their new upgrades and experiences from the Blood Moon glowing faintly.
"Everyone… this is our victory," Kane said, his voice firm yet calm. "Every kill, every fight, every sacrifice—it built this. But this is only the beginning."
The system quietly distributed the rewards:
Every fighter and mage received their Profession Scroll, which glimmered with runes indicating new abilities.
Coins and EXP poured into each character, their eyes widening as numbers flashed.
The Crimson Relic, unique and mysterious, hovered briefly before embedding itself into Kane's inventory, radiating faint blood-red mana.
The Ironbound Legion marched in formation, recognizing the new power radiating from their master, while the toys and familiars collectively shone, their levels officially increasing thanks to the intense combat and cooperative tactics.
Kane's own tally surged. He could feel his level progress accelerating, each new stat point and skill ready for allocation, his mind already calculating how to integrate the Crimson Relic into future strategies.
Even the twins and Reina stared wide-eyed as the system announced their newly unlocked profession abilities and skills, feeling the tangible growth from the events.
Beyond the island, every leader in the remaining safe zones stared at the rankings. Whispers spread like wildfire:
"Sanctuary Isle killed over 100,000… in one Blood Moon event?"
"How did Kane Wylder coordinate this? It's impossible for any single safe zone to dominate like that."
"We need to upgrade defenses immediately… if the Blood Moon returns, we won't survive like that."
Some panic-stricken leaders even debated alliances, realizing that Kane's island had not only survived but dominated in a way that changed the balance of power worldwide.
The system's broadcast faded, leaving behind the reality: Sanctuary Isle was no longer just a stronghold. It was a legend in motion.
And at the center, Kane Wylder stood, silent, surveying his fighters, familiars, and toys. The Ironbound Legion knelt in formation, ready for his next command.
Somewhere deep in his mind, Kane already envisioned the next step. A world reshaped, a future forged, and a power unmatched.
The Blood Moon had ended.But for Kane Wylder… the true game had only just begun.
The celebrations on Sanctuary Isle were still echoing when a new, ominous system notification suddenly spread across the globe. It didn't just blink on screens—it reverberated through every projection, magical array, and communication device in every safe zone worldwide.
The smile that had lingered on the faces of survivors—from fledgling fighters to seasoned mages—vanished in an instant. A chill silence replaced the cheers. Even the air around the islands seemed to thicken, carrying the weight of the coming storm.
SYSTEM ALERT: GLOBAL BLOOD MOON REVELATION
"Attention all survivors. A Blood Moon of unprecedented scale shall descend in one and a half years. Its power is estimated at ten times the intensity of the current event. The corrupted tide will be unlike anything previously encountered. The strongest, most resilient, and most resourceful who survive shall receive a reward of unimaginable magnitude, to be revealed only at the event's conclusion."
The words hung in the air like thunderclouds. Leaders paled, fighters clenched their fists, and mages whispered to each other in disbelief.
Even Kane remained silent, his eyes narrowing as he felt the weight of the announcement. Around him, the Crimson Relic, which had been dormant since the last Blood Moon, began to pulse with a deep crimson light. Its energy resonated in rhythm with the heartbeat of the island itself.
Without hesitation, Kane moved. He raised the relic, merging it once again with the Blood Moon Sigil he had previously stabilized. The fusion was instantaneous, but the effect was monumental. The Sigil now transformed into a bracelet, elegantly wrapping around Kane's wrist as if bound to his very being. A faint aura radiated outward, touching the edges of the island, leaving a visible shimmer over the waters and the landscape.
The Ironbound Legion stiffened, familiars and toys twitched in synchrony, sensing the surge of raw energy emanating from their master. Even the magical wards Kane had installed around the island flared to life, reinforcing themselves in a dazzling display of light and mana.
The island itself seemed to respond, as if acknowledging the bracelet's power. Trees swayed without wind, the ocean glimmered unnaturally, and faint, ethereal runes appeared along the cliffs and beaches—silent sigils of protection, energy, and anticipation.
Kane's eyes reflected both determination and the weight of responsibility. He knew the announcement wasn't just a warning—it was a challenge. A promise.
A Blood Moon ten times stronger would test the limits of every survivor, every structure, and every spell. But with the Sigil now bound to him, and the Crimson Relic's power unleashed, Sanctuary Isle would not just withstand it—they would shape it.
And somewhere deep within his mind, Kane allowed himself a brief smirk. For him, survival was never the only goal—it was domination and mastery over the chaos itself.
The survivors, scattered across the globe, shivered in unison. Some clutched their loved ones, some looked toward their leaders with renewed desperation. The system had made it clear: the next Blood Moon would decide the fate of humanity.
And the world would remember Kane Wylder's name.