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Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."

she whispered. Kael tilted his head. The baby’s eyes were barely open, unfocused, but when they flickered beneath the dim torchlight, he saw it. Molten gold, faint but there. His blood. His heir. His everything. Outside, the wolves moved with quiet reverence. Bodies were covered. Wounds were stitched. Names of the fallen whispered like prayers. The Hollow had seen battles before, but tonight, something older had been stirred awake. The blood moon had birthed both a life and a war.

"You aren't leaving me like this, Elara. Not because of a child’s mistake. Take it. Take my strength." I watched as the first few drops of my blood touched her pale mouth. A High Alpha’s blood was the ultimate catalyst，a surge of pure vitality that could jumpstart even the most stubborn healing process. I felt a faint, instinctive pull as her body began to draw from mine. I leaned my forehead against hers, the silver of her mask cold against my skin. "Fight it," I growled into the silence. "I’m not letting you go back to the shadows."

The Badbloods unhesitatingly stepped into the solid wind and they drifted towards the village. The Reapers now came into the clearing. Drools were pouring out from their teeth and the grasses below withered. "Fire!" Serra commanded and the patrols released their arrows. The arrows wheezed into the air like wasps, hitting the monsters. The arrow tips were forged with the heavenly fire and so the Reapers growled in pain as they melted into shadows, dead. The patrols keep firing and Serra threw balls and waves of holy flame to the monsters but the Reapers keep slithering forward, not afraid at all.

Ophelia sighed in relief and entered the checkpoint, but she began to worry about Andrius. It would not be easy to fool the artifact. She hoped Andrius could pass through smoothly. Swoosh! Andrius did not hesitate and naturally squeezed out a drop of blood. However, he also suppressed his blood a little. That was because Andrius’ blood mainly consisted of the Divine Realm’s direwolf blood, mixed with some Void Thunder Dragon Emperor, Dragon King, and the bloodline of the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix clan. Although it had been purified once before, there was still a risk of an accident, so Andrius was very cautious. Whoosh...

Like something ancient and cruel has stepped into a place it was never meant to exist. “Bloody witch hunters,” Alpha Kieran growls, his body already shifting slightly, claws lengthening. “Get out of here, Destiny. Now.” The figure turns toward us and I feel it. I know the moment the black beady eyes peering out through the armor looks out at me and a surge of recognition passes through. “Heir of the Golden Blood. At last you’ve been found." The Hunter's voice is distorted, like it's been layered with something deeper, something inhuman.

A hooded figure with glowing green eyes stepped out from the black smoke, pointing a long silver crossbow directly at my chest! "Target confirmed!" the assassin shouted, his voice synthesized and metallic. "The Solis bloodline ends tonight!" A heavy silver bolt coated in black Void-poison shot through the air, speeding straight for my heart! I was standing on burned, charred feet, my energy drained from the trials. I couldn't move in time! "ARIA!" A dark shadow dropped from the fifty-foot royal box like a falling meteor! Malakai hit the arena floor, his broadsword flashing in the dark!

Allies healed for 50% of enemy damage dealt. - **Flavor:** Violet blood falls from storm clouds; smells like copper and regret. **New Active 2: Blood Hurricane (Lv. MAX)** - **Cost:** 100,000 MP - **Cooldown:** 10 min - **Effect:** Summon 500m-radius blood tornado (Pulls enemies in; 10,000 slashing/bleed dmg/sec; Shreds immortality). Allies inside gain +200% speed/healing; launches them as projectiles. - **Flavor:** Spinning vortex of razor blood; howls like drowning gods.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

“Come on, you don’t expect me to give away information on a Vampire for free now do you?” I made a sound of disgust “What do you want?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. A calculated look crossed his face “Your blood would be sufficient enough payment.” Before I could say anything, Duke immediately stepped forward, his stance protective. “Absolutely not.” Caesar raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t speaking to you, Beta.” “As far as your request requires spilling my Alphas blood, you were.” He all but growled and I held up a hand to stop him. He stepped back instantly.