Novel & Cerita Borderlands 3 Bloody Harvest

“You’ll want to watch closely, Nalani. It concerns someone very dear to you.” Bianca lingered near the door, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The screen flickered to life. A live feed. Nighttime in a dense forest clearing near the border of what I could tell was Caspian’s territory. Torches and floodlights illuminated a brutal scene. Bodies littered the ground… some in wolf form, some human, blood soaking the earth. Caspian’s warriors, recognizable by their colors, fought desperately against a larger force wearing Damian’s black-and-crimson insignia. The air was thick with snarls, screams, and the clash of claws on steel.

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

Her wings splay out, exposing her vulnerable chest. I partially shift, claws ripping from my fingers, and stab them deep into her heart. She dies. Messily. Screaming. I hear the same death wail from the others—only three left now. Looks like Nate and Rowen handled theirs. Black goo covers my hands. I grimace. I’m going to have to boil this off later. Then I spot Lamashtu #3 reaching for my other sword. “Oh, hell no.” She grabs it—and throws it. Far. Great.

The setting sun dyed the sky blood red, and sand filled the air! In the Western Region more than a hundred kilometers away from the frontier of the enemy country, a three-month terrifying battle was coming to an end. The scene was like purgatory on earth; corpses with broken limbs were scattered everywhere, staining half of the sky red. A young man in plain clothes with the Blood Shadow Saber in his hand sat on the ground, and not far from him was a headless corpse.

Frustration mounted as I moved deeper into the forest, my urgency growing with every second. After what felt like an eternity of searching, I found a small clearing where the forest floor was littered with trampled vegetation and broken branches. The remnants of a fierce battle were evident—claw marks gouged into tree trunks, patches of fur caught on the bark, and the unmistakable scent of blood lingering in the air. I recognized this as the place where Baird had fought the rogues. The ground was still damp with blood, and I shuddered at the thought of what he had endured.

The Lighten coughs in blood trying to resist from the five beings. “This is hilarious! He really thinks he can still live after this.” Matteo grab the Lighten’s head and let him see the battlefield. “See?” The southern borders is covered with blood and corpses of the defeated battalion. The sand is all red, dark, and stinky. The battle has almost ended and the sight has brought pleasure to the victorious squad. “See?’’ “c-Cr-cro-crossbr-…crossbreeds…I-“ Matteo strikes him to death with his sharp stone mold. “That ends it here.”, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten.

CARLOS I caught the scent of blood on the wind before I even reached the border. The acrid smell of fear mingled with the metallic tang of freshly spilled blood triggered every fighting spirit in me as I steadied towards the borders. I pushed myself harder, sprinting through the trees toward the sounds of battle. When I finally broke through the tree line, chaos greeted me. My border warriors were locked in fierce combat with at least twenty rogues who had somehow managed to breach our first line of defense. Bodies—both my pack members and rogues—already littered the ground.

He looked at his hands, then at the ruins. "It's over," Aradaa rasped. "The grid is dead. Navia is gone." "Not yet." Kaelor stepped toward him, his bare chest heaving. He wiped a smear of blood from his jaw, his eyes scanning the treeline. "We need to hit the border before the sun breaks. If the Harvesters have scouts left, we're sitting ducks out here."