Date- 18 April 2321
Ti- 22:56
Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, Celestial Mystic Dinsion
"How is he doing it?" Ransom blurted, his voice filled with incredulity as he stared, dumbfounded, at the celestial blood curse domain now engulfed in cursed blood flas. Just monts ago, these flas had been insignificant, easily overpowered by the toxic mist emanating from the two and a half dozen undead. The flas had been relegated to a corner, seemingly on the brink of being snuffed out of existence. Yet, in a dramatic turn of events, the situation had reversed. The flas surged in volu and intensity, pushing back the once-dominant toxic mist to a corner, where it now struggled to shield its undead masters from the raging inferno.
Ransom had always suspected that Wyatt had an ace up his sleeve, a hidden trump card that he would reveal at a critical mont. He had eagerly awaited the spectacle of Wyatt deploying his secret weapon. However, the reality of what unfolded before him was far beyond anything he could have imagined. Despite witnessing the transformation with his own eyes, Ransom found it nearly impossible to accept. The feat that Wyatt had pulled off defied all logic and reason. Wyatt had conjured a greater volu of flas than the toxic mist produced by the two and a half dozen undead golems combined. What made this even more astonishing was the fact that these flas had not only matched but overwheld the toxic mist in sheer quantity. The very flas that had seed so feeble and dood were now a dominant force, pushing the mist back and threatening the undead's existence. Ransom's mind reeled as he tried to comprehend the magnitude of Wyatt's achievent. How had he done it? What kind of power or strategy had he employed to bring about such a miraculous change in the battlefield's dynamics? The questions swirled in Ransom's head, but answers eluded him. All he knew was that Wyatt had accomplished sothing extraordinary, sothing that defied the natural order and shattered the expectations of everyone who had witnessed it.
"I have read about cursed blood flas," Henricks spoke, his voice carrying the weight of his extensive knowledge. "These flas use the user's blood as fuel. However, if the user has mastery over blood rules, specifically the blood curse aning, they can utilize their blood rule power instead of their actual blood to sustain the flas. For Wyatt to produce such an imnse quantity of cursed blood flas, he must have either an inexhaustible supply of blood or an extraordinary amount of blood rule power. Based on my experience, even your mother or other beings among the top ten strongest in the Card World wouldn't be able to generate this much rule power from the spiritual plane. I've t the one they call the 'The Right Eye Of The Card World,' Louis Forger a.k.a the Miracle, and even she can't produce limitless rule power from the spiritual plane. Perhaps a Supre Being could achieve this, but for a card apprentice, it should be impossible.
This leaves us with only one plausible explanation: the boy has devised so kind of card that enables him to produce sufficient blood within his body to fuel these flas. However, no matter how many flas he conjures, they shouldn't be able to penetrate the toxic mist shroud of the undead golems," Henricks speculated aloud. His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, observing the transformation with a mix of fascination and skepticism. He noted that while the power of Wyatt's flas remained the sa, their quantity had increased to an alarming degree. His observation was precise, but his conclusion was far from the actual truth.
Henricks struggled to reconcile what he knew with what he saw. The cursed blood flas, previously feeble and on the verge of extinction, had grown exponentially. They now dominated the battlefield, forcing the toxic mist to retreat and protect the undead golems. The sheer volu of flas suggested that Wyatt had access to a source of power far beyond what Henricks believed possible for a card apprentice.
As the flas raged on, Henricks couldn't co to terms with what he was seeing. Wyatt's abilities defied conventional understanding. The sheer amount of cursed blood flas produced by Wyatt was unprecedented, and Henricks wrecked his brain trying to understand the secret behind Wyatt's extraordinary display. Finally, using all his years of experience and a little imagination Hernicks thought of a possible reason that he could get behind for why Wyatt was able to produce such large amounts of flas that it could overwhelm the combined efforts of two and a half dozen of undead golems. "Fuck! That's just ingenious," Ransom cursed, grasping the implications of Henricks' words. If Henricks' speculation was accurate and Wyatt had indeed created a card to produce an infinite amount of blood in his body to fuel his cursed blood fla, then that would be an incredibly overpowered ability that many would covet. Ransom knew Wyatt was hiding an ace up his sleeves but what he revealed was just too godly. Ransom found himself leaning towards believing Henricks' theory because the person in question was Wyatt. Wyatt's notable achievents were consistently more shocking than the last. He was the genius who created the VR Universe, discovered the Silver Milk Powder, and developed a card with the soul energy digestion effect. Given his track record, Ransom wouldn't be surprised if Wyatt had indeed created a card that allowed him to produce infinite blood, thereby enabling him to generate an endless supply of cursed blood flas.
This potential revelation was staggering. If true, Wyatt's new card would not only make him a formidable opponent but also an invaluable asset or a dangerous threat, depending on one's perspective. The ability to generate infinite cursed blood flas would change the dynamics of any battle, making Wyatt nearly unstoppable. Ransom knew that such a powerful card would attract imnse attention and potentially put Wyatt in great danger, as others would undoubtedly seek to either ally with him or seize the card for themselves. Ransom, himself, wished to have sothing like that in his arsenal.
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