The mont the forming shape completed itself, the entire arena seed to lose its ability to breathe.
Nine had already shattered every belief they held.
Nine had already forced them to question everything they knew about bloodline, about limits, about what a vampire could beco.
And yet—
Before they could even begin to recover from that shock—
The impossible continued.
The tenth drop hovered above Cornelia’s head, darker than the ones before, heavier in a way that no one could describe with words alone, as if it carried not just power, but a weight that ca from sothing far beyond their comprehension.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Because even the thought of acknowledging it felt dangerous.
"...Tenth..."
The word ca out from sowhere within the crowd, barely more than a whisper, yet it carried across the entire arena, sinking into every ear like sothing forbidden.
"That... that cannot exist..."
Another voice followed, louder, but filled with disbelief so deep that it bordered on fear.
"There is no tenth..."
"There has never been a tenth..."
Their voices overlapped, rising and falling, each one trying to deny what their eyes were showing them.
But denial did not change reality.
It only made it more terrifying.
Above Cornelia’s head—
The tenth drop began to fall.
Slowly.
Painfully slow.
As if the world itself was struggling to accept its descent.
Every eye followed it.
Every heartbeat aligned with it.
Every breath halted in the chest of every vampire present.
And then—
It touched her forehead.
The instant it did—
Everything broke.
The silence.
The restraint.
The last thread of composure that anyone had been clinging to.
The arena exploded into chaos.
"WHAT IS THAT?!"
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
"A TENTH DROP?!"
"THIS IS NOT A TALENT ANYMORE, THIS IS A MONSTER!"
Voices roared from every direction, crashing into one another, louder than anything that had co before, as if the entire colosseum was being torn apart by the sheer weight of their disbelief.
The Emperor level powerhouses stood frozen for only a mont longer before their reactions followed.
So staggered backward, their expressions twisted in confusion and awe.
So grabbed onto the arms of their seats, their knuckles turning pale as they tried to ground themselves in reality.
Others simply stared, their minds refusing to process what they had just witnessed.
"This surpasses Ascendant..."
One of them muttered, his voice trembling.
"This surpasses everything..."
Another added, his eyes locked onto Cornelia as if looking away would cause her to disappear.
"This... this is sothing beyond our race..."
Elder Achilor did not speak.
His entire body stood still, but his eyes burned with a depth of emotion that had not been seen from him before.
His centuries of knowledge, his countless experiences, his position as a protector of the vampire race—
All of it ant nothing in the face of what stood before him now.
"...A tenth..."
He whispered, his voice barely audible.
"...This is no longer within the frawork of bloodline..."
His gaze sharpened, locking onto Cornelia with a clarity that cut through the chaos around him.
"This is sothing else entirely..."
Above, Lord Vord’s laughter returned, but this ti, it carried a different tone.
It was louder.
More broken.
More filled with sothing that bordered on madness.
"Hahaha... HAHAHAHAHA!"
His voice echoed across the arena as he clutched his chest, his entire body trembling.
"A tenth!"
He shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions.
"A TENTH DROP!"
His eyes glistened with tears as he looked upward, his expression filled with sothing that resembled worship.
"The Blood God has truly blessed us!"
He fell to his knees once more, his laughter dissolving into sothing raw and unrestrained.
"To witness this in my lifeti... to see sothing that surpasses even the Ascendant realm...!"
He lowered his head, his shoulders shaking.
"This is beyond miracle... this is destiny..."
Around him, others began to react in their own ways.
So laughed.
So cried.
So simply stood there, their expressions empty as they tried to understand sothing that could not be understood.
The Moonshade family stood at the center, surrounded by the chaos, yet completely separated from it.
Their earlier pride had transford into sothing far greater.
Awe.
"...Madam Cornelia..."
One of them whispered, his voice filled with reverence.
"She... she surpassed everything..."
Elder Ghurn’s old hands trembled as he stared at her, his chest tightening with emotions he could not contain.
"Our family..."
He murmured, his voice thick with feeling.
"Our family has produced sothing that will stand above all..."
He could not finish the sentence.
Because even those words felt too small.
Too weak.
To describe what Cornelia had beco.
At the edge of it all, Cain watched.
His expression remained calm.
Unmoved.
Yet inside—
"...Good..."
His thoughts flowed quietly, detached from the chaos around him.
"...The more extraordinary she becos, the less attention falls on ..."
His lips almost curled into a smile.
"...The more they value her, the more they will ignore everything else..."
He leaned slightly back, his gaze still fixed on Cornelia.
"...And the more they beco focused on her... the easier it will be for to slip away from this ss..."
His thoughts continued, steady and calculated.
"...The more they revere her, the more they will protect her... and the more they will see the blood pact as sothing that binds her too tightly..."
His eyes flickered with sothing sharp.
"...And when that ti cos..."
He exhaled slowly.
"...Breaking it will not be impossible..."
He let out a quiet breath, watching as the arena continued to descend into chaos.
"...This is perfect..."
But before he could continue—
Sothing changed.
The massive clawed palm beneath Cornelia trembled.
At first, it was faint.
Almost unnoticeable beneath the noise of the crowd.
But then—
It grew.
The entire structure shook, not violently, but with a deep, resonant vibration that carried through the ground and into the bones of everyone present.
The noise began to fade again.
Not because anyone wanted to stop.
But because sothing else demanded their attention.
"What... is happening now...?"
Soone whispered, their voice tight with unease.
Elder Achilor’s eyes narrowed as he focused on the palm.
"This..."
He murmured, his voice low.
"This has never occurred before..."
The clawed hand, which had already transford earlier, now seed to co alive in a way that no one had expected.
The surface darkened.
The veins running through it pulsed with a deep crimson light.
And then—
Power surged.
Not outward.
But inward.
Into Cornelia.
Her body, still seated calmly, began to glow faintly, her skin illuminated by the energy that poured into her from the palm beneath her.
Her eyes remained closed.
Her breathing steady.
But the energy around her—
It began to rise.
Her blood mana, which had already been present, now began to expand at an alarming rate.
From the Fifth Stage of Blood Condensation—
It broke through.
Sixth.
Seventh.
Eighth.
Each breakthrough ca without resistance, without struggle, as if the barriers that should have existed simply did not apply to her.
"Ninth...!"
Soone shouted, their voice filled with shock.
"Tenth...!"
Another voice followed, louder.
"Eleventh!"
"Twelfth!"
The numbers continued to rise, each one drawing louder reactions from the crowd as they watched her cultivation surge forward at a pace that defied all logic.
"This is not cultivation anymore!"
"This is being forcefully elevated!"
"No... this is sothing else!"
The voices grew frantic, their understanding collapsing as they tried to grasp what was happening before them.
And then—
The breakthrough ca.
A deeper, heavier presence erged from Cornelia’s body as her blood mana condensed further.
"Blood Core Formation..."
Elder Achilor whispered, his voice strained.
"She has entered Blood Core Formation..."
But it did not stop there.
First stage.
Second.
Third.
Each stage passed as if it held no aning.
"Fourth..."
"Fifth..."
"Sixth...!"
By the ti the surge began to slow, her aura had completely transford.
The energy that surrounded her no longer felt like that of soone who had just been tested.
It felt like that of soone who had been reborn.
The palm beneath her gradually cald.
The trembling faded.
The glow dimd.
And the overwhelming surge of power finally ca to an end.
The arena fell silent once more.
Not because of shock this ti.
But because there were no words left.
Cornelia remained seated, her eyes still closed, her expression peaceful, as if nothing extraordinary had happened.
And yet—
Everyone knew.
Everything had changed.
The nurturing—
Had finally stopped.
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