The mont the pressure reached its peak, sothing inside the balance of power snapped.
It did not happen all at once.
At first, the princesses only trembled where they knelt, their bodies shaking under the invisible force pressing down on them. Their armor creaked faintly as if it were being squeezed by unseen hands. Their breathing grew uneven, shallow and strained, each breath harder to take than the last.
Then—
Aurelia’s head jerked forward.
A harsh cough tore from her throat.
"Kh—!"
A dark splash struck the ground.
Blood.
It spread across the cracked earth beneath her, thick and heavy, the color standing out against the pale dust of the battlefield.
For a mont, no one moved.
Then Selene coughed next.
Her body bent forward, her hand pressing against her mouth, but it did nothing to stop the blood that forced its way out. It slipped between her fingers and dripped down onto the ground in uneven drops.
Lyra followed.
Then Valeria.
Then Mariel.
One after another, their bodies convulsed under the crushing force, their pride and composure breaking apart as the pressure refused to ease.
The sound filled the clearing.
Coughing.
Choking.
Breathing that refused to steady.
Blood striking the ground again and again.
The soldiers behind them fared no better.
Their formation broke completely.
n who had stood tall monts ago now struggled just to remain conscious. Their weapons slipped from their hands. So collapsed fully onto the ground, their bodies unable to endure the weight any longer. Others knelt with their heads lowered, gasping as if the air itself had beco too thick to breathe.
One soldier tried to crawl backward.
He barely moved an inch before his body gave out.
His face struck the dirt.
Blood spilled from his lips.
"...This..."
Aurelia’s voice ca out weak.
"...what... is this..."
Her hands trembled as she tried to push herself up.
She failed.
The pressure forced her back down.
Her fingers dug into the earth, leaving shallow marks as she tried to find sothing to hold onto, sothing to anchor herself against the force crushing her from all sides.
But there was nothing.
Nothing but the overwhelming presence of the three figures standing before her.
Faith.
Ivira.
Cornelia.
The three of them stood unmoving, their expressions steady, their bodies untouched by the chaos they had created.
Even they seed surprised.
Ivira’s brows pulled together slightly.
"...They’re..."
Her voice trailed off.
Cornelia’s eyes narrowed just a little as she observed the scene.
"...affected."
The realization settled in slowly.
The Moonshade family saw it too.
At first, they could only stare.
Then the whispers began.
"...Wait..."
"That... shouldn’t happen..."
"Blood pressure..."
Their voices grew uncertain.
"It only works on vampires..."
Ancestor Ghurn forced his head up again, his old eyes filled with confusion.
"It suppresses those with weaker vampire blood..."
His voice trembled slightly.
"...but they are not vampires..."
Elder Rivik stared at the kneeling princesses, his mind struggling to grasp what he was seeing.
"They’re humans..."
Zenaya’s lips parted.
"...then why are they..."
Her words failed to form.
The truth stood right in front of them.
The princesses were being crushed.
Not by mana.
Not by so unknown spell.
But by blood pressure.
The very thing that should not affect them.
The very thing that should have no power over humans.
And yet—
They were kneeling.
They were coughing blood.
They were being crushed as if they were the lowest of beings.
Confusion spread through the Moonshade family like fire.
"How..."
"Why..."
"This doesn’t make sense..."
Their voices overlapped, each one searching for an answer that refused to co.
Behind the three sisters, Cain stood still.
On the outside, his expression remained controlled.
On the inside—
Chaos.
His thoughts raced faster than ever before.
"...This is wrong."
His heart pounded.
"This wasn’t supposed to happen."
His plan had been simple.
Too simple.
Act weak.
Act harmless.
Let the Moonshade family look down on him.
Let them grow frustrated.
Let them push the sisters.
With enough pressure from both sides, the sisters would have no choice but to break.
That had been the plan.
That had always been the plan.
But now—
Everything had gone off track.
"...They broke through..."
His gaze moved across Faith, Ivira, and Cornelia.
"...because of ."
The realization struck him like a blade.
The blood pact.
Their bond.
It had deepened.
Strengthened.
Evolved in a way he had never expected.
"I only broke through once..."
His breath grew heavier.
"...so why does it feel like they gained more than ..."
Sothing about it felt wrong.
Too strong.
Too fast.
"This shouldn’t be possible..."
His mind refused to accept it.
But the evidence stood right in front of him.
The princesses of a powerful kingdom.
Crushed.
By three won who should not have been able to touch them.
"...What did I do..."
His thoughts spiraled.
But before he could go deeper—
Faith moved again.
Her wings flared outward.
Her aura surged.
And this ti—
She did not hold back.
Her bloodlust rose.
It was not controlled.
It was not restrained.
It was raw.
Violent.
Possessive.
"How dare you..."
Her voice trembled, not from weakness, but from fury.
"How dare you covet my husband..."
Her eyes burned.
Her entire body radiated a killing intent that made even the Moonshade family flinch.
"He is mine..."
Her voice grew louder.
"Mine..."
The pressure increased.
The ground cracked further.
The princesses coughed again, more blood spilling from their mouths as their bodies struggled to endure.
"You dare..."
Faith took another step forward.
"...you dare look at him..."
Her breathing grew uneven.
"...you dare ask for him..."
Her voice broke slightly.
"...you dare try to take him away from ..."
The Moonshade family panicked.
"Faith!"
Zenaya called out.
"Stop!"
Elder Rivik stepped forward despite the pressure still weighing on him.
"You’re going too far!"
Ancestor Ghurn raised his voice.
"Child, control yourself!"
But Faith did not listen.
Her world had narrowed.
There was only one thing in it.
Cain.
"He is ours..."
Her voice softened for a brief mont.
"...mine and my sisters..."
Then it hardened again.
"And no one else can have him."
The pressure did not lessen.
It grew stronger.
The Moonshade vampires began to panic.
"If this continues..."
"We’ll provoke the entire kingdom..."
"This will turn into war..."
Their voices carried fear.
But Faith did not care.
Not in this mont.
Not when soone had tried to take him away.
The princesses struggled.
Their eyes filled with disbelief.
"...This..."
Selene whispered weakly.
"...this is bloodlust..."
Her fingers dug into the ground.
"But..."
Her voice trembled.
"...we are not vampires..."
Lyra’s teeth clenched.
"How..."
Her vision blurred slightly.
"How can this affect us..."
Behind them, the soldiers suffered the sa confusion.
Their minds could not understand what their bodies were experiencing.
They knew what bloodlust was.
They had studied it.
A natural ability of vampires.
A dominance over their own kind.
A suppression of weaker bloodlines.
But this—
This was different.
This was wrong.
This was impossible.
Cain watched them.
And in his mind—
He answered.
"...Fools."
His thoughts were cold.
"They were nourished by my Overgod Blood."
His gaze remained steady.
"It doesn’t matter if you are vampire or human..."
A faint realization ford clearly.
"If you have blood..."
"...you can be suppressed."
The truth settled heavily.
And just as the tension reached its breaking point—
A loud voice cut through the entire clearing.
"WHAT’S GOING ON!?"
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