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Taking a deep breath, I smelt the shift in the air. Sighing with a small smirk, I glanced at all the cursed ones before my gaze settled back onto Mother. "I'm sorry to bring you all the bad news, but I'm afraid I can't let you have my blood." Reaching behind my shirt, I pulled out a small silver dagger with vine engravings on the handle. Holding the blade by my side, I stared at my mother. A few of the cursed ones growled in my direction as they noticed the knife at my side.

The swords, diggers, shields, and chains were in one corner, while different kinds of liquids I couldn't identify were on the other side; some were bubbling, some brought out smoke, and others were of different colors. The walls had creepy drawings and paintings on them. There was dry blood on the walls, dry and decaying skeletons, and bones scattered on the floor. In a bowl at the end of the room, there is a bowl of red liquid; it looks like blood. I don't need to ask, What is that blood? I am sure that he must have butchered someone, but what made it sadistic was the patience that it took him to extract that blood. I gagged at the scene in front of me.

With my shaking hands, i slowly lifted up to see blood in it. My own blood. Napahawak ako sa malamig na bagay na nakatarak sa aking tiyan. Dahan-dahan akong nagbaba ng tingin upang makita ito. It was a white dagger with a symbol of a black sun. The midnight sun. I suddenly felt a sting of pain coming from my wound. Bigla akong nanghina at napaluhod sa sahig habang hawak parin ang aking tiyan.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Blood cascaded from the wounds, a crimson torrent that stained his face and pooled on the floor at our feet. The sight was both horrifying and mesmerizing, a grotesque testament to the pain I had inflicted. As I withdrew the knife, his right eyeball dangled grotesquely from its socket, hanging by a thread of tissue, a macabre trophy of my rage. Each blink caused a fresh cascade of blood to spill from his eyes, the viscous liquid flowing freely down his cheeks, mingling with his tears. It was a sight that will repulse anyone, but for me, it filled me with a sickening sense of satisfaction.

At the moment of its completion, a lightning bolt struck the blade, searing it with its current dark red hue. When it tasted blood, the saber would turn a deep, glistening crimson, living up to its fearsome name. Howard grunted, taking the saber with a stern look on his face.

Then, without a word, he reached into the folder on the table and pulled out another photograph. He slid it toward me, and the moment my eyes fell on it, the air was sucked from my lungs. It was a knife. A slim long one, stained with blood so dark it almost looked black against the steel. The image was sharp, vivid, and utterly revolting. My stomach twisted violently again, and I felt bile rising in my throat.

"They also resonate good memories which are important for you at this point." "I don’t think the paintings bring back good memories," Blackwheel said. "They are what they are. What we can see are two men holding a blood-stained sword. But what really happened is more terrifying than the story the painting has been able to tell. We don't see two men who has returned from a war which they probably might have won by some fine margins. The blood on their sword is evidence that they took the lives of people. Innocent people if you were to ask me."

The Greyman’s eyes flared and it cried out with the little air left in its lungs. Porcius looked down to see the Pict girl stabbing up with his gladius, slicing open the lower abdomen of the stunned Greyman. A deep roar came out, but not from the beast. Tavia gave a cry Porcius was certain the Spartans would get randy over. She twisted the blade and cut deep fast, and like a gutted fish, the Greyman’s intestines unloaded. Unfortunately for the girl, they spewed all over her, covering the redheaded girl and flopping her to the floor of the slaughter lodge.

Her entire arm turned black already and the black veins reached her neck. A mini-scythe appeared on Grip’s free hand. He slit his wrist where his mark was located. His blood dripped and a drop fell beneath us. It rippled in my ears so clear and vivid like dripping water in a faucet. The place suddenly illuminated washing away darkness lingering on Gugu.