Within the depths of its temporary apparition, La Manchaland’s festival was in full swing for six hours until, of course, it would disappear again, Dulcinea stood within her area, the Eternal Carnival. The Bloodfiend was dressed in her hauntingly beautiful purple and white layered ballroom gown, her butterfly mask securely sewn to her face, with a large, resplendent parasol held over her shoulder. As the parade float made of human corpses float she stood on proceeded, she only looked around and waved with a sullen expression on her face, the light of her red eyes withered and cold.