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And like the previous tis, this once-in-three-year induction would draw in talents from every race across the Blood Veil Continent.
The Abyssal Sanctum which was more commonly referred to as the Demon Academy by the common populace stood within the infamous Infernal Citadel which was a demonic city positioned at the heart of this continent.
It was a volatile land as it rested on the precarious border between the two dominant demon empires of the Abyssal Dominion and the Infernal Sovereignty.
From the vampire territory of the Southwest Stygian Woods, the journey to the Infernal Citadel would take at least a month by carriage.
In this world still bound by dieval limitations, such travel was the optimal and safest choice.
Ethan clenched his fists as a glimr of determination flashed in his crimson eyes. His ti had co.
Nevertheless, Ethan sighed in relief as the Duchess had just said that she would help them in their journey, aning she would most likely take them with her using her Heaven Connection power.
That way, they wouldn't have to wade through the many dangers and difficulties they would face if they traveled by carriage.
Ethan could fly but he wasn't strong enough to carry both Virelle and Velcy while evading the countless threats lurking across the Blood Veil Continent.
The most optimal thod of travel was still by carriage unless, of course, soone powerful intervened to assist them which in their case was the Duchess.
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the little Duchess's words.
She started saying in a calm yet serious voice.
"But the most important matter still is concealing your aura and ensuring that even the Ancient Abyssal Spirit of the Abyssal Sanctum believes you are a genuine native of this continent and one of noble vampire lineage from the Sangrial family."
Velcy looked up at Ethan with wide and curious eyes. This was the first ti she had heard that he was not a native of the Blood Veil Continent.
But Virelle remained composed and even the Duchess could tell that from her cool and unbothered attitude.
She already knew about Ethan's mixed bloodline and his half-human and half-demon origins. He had already confided in her two years ago when they had confird their relationship.
The Duchess suddenly waved her hand through the air and from the shadowy void of her being, a pool of dark red blood began seeping out and writhed like a living entity.
Ethan's eyes widened on witnessing such a strange sight.
It resembled sothing straight out of a horror film but before he could dwell on it, the liquid surged forward and enveloped them completely.
It rose from all directions and enclosed them within a crimson do that pulsed with eerie energy.
The three of them stood still and watched in awe as the Duchess manipulated the blood with effortless precision.
After placing the sound and sense-proof barrier, she hid her true body further in the tall shadow and placed her delicate index finger against her chin as she swiped down with her sharp nails.
A thin slit followed in its wake and ford on her skin.
But no blood seeped out. Instead, she inserted her fingers into the wound and pulled forth a writhing blood tentacle.
It was dark red and glowed wildly with an unsettling eerie blood-red light.
But as Altheria's gaze fell upon it, the tentacle quivered and turned into sothing softer and more malleable—like a strand of silk.
She whispered an incantation in an obscure forgotten tongue.
Black and red light erupted from her fingertips and flowed over the tentacle as small black cryptic patterns ford and slithered across its surface.
The markings moved in synchronized motions and bonded the tentacle in place.
The three onlookers remained silent as they couldn't see what the duchess was doing.
And their confusion was evident until the Duchess finally spoke.
"For you to deceive the Abyssal Sanctum's spirit, you need this," she said as she took out the now-tad blood tentacle in front of Ethan.
"This will mask your real aura and make you indistinguishable from a true Sangrial noble. Even that Ancient Abyssal Spirit will be unable to detect your true nature."
Ethan narrowed his eyes and studied the strange object with wariness.
Two years ago, he had fought against a tentacled red monster in the castle's dark well and that battle had nearly cost him his life.
The mory replayed in his head and hesitation crept into his veins on sensing the familiar aura and appearance radiating from the blood tentacle.
The Duchess noticed his reluctance and sighed as she offered an explanation.
"This is a flesh fragnt of the Vampire Primogenitor," she said in a bland voice and he could not understand the emotions behind her tone.
"It is said that he lived hundreds of thousands of years ago."
Hearing that, Virelle's eyes widened in shock as she was clearly unable to fully process what she had just heard. Find your next read at My Virtual Library Empire
anwhile, Ethan's expression remained unreadable.
He had already suspected the connection between this tentacle and the monstrous entity they had encountered in the well.
Now, his suspicions were all but confird.
What was the true nature of that creature? What is the link between the black gate, that shadow tentacle monster, and the Vampire Primogenitor?
I have so many questions but no answers.
As these thoughts clouded his mind, the Duchess moved swiftly. She waved the tentacle which glowed ominously before it flew and wrapped itself around Ethan's wrist.
In the blink of an eye, the red and black flesh twisted and transford into a tallic bracelet.
A shudder ran down Ethan's spine as he instinctively reached to touch it.
The mont his fingers brushed against its cold tallic surface, a pulse of crimson light erupted from it and coursed through his entire body.
A sudden sharp and almost unbearable itching sensation erupted in his gums and eyes. Velcy and Virelle gasped as they watched Ethan's transformation unfold before their very eyes.
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