Chapter 1246: The flow of life Chapter 1246: The flow of life Despite the internal damage he had sustained, Cain’s regenerative abilities had always been impressive.
Now, as a Stellar Abyss Legend, they were even stronger.
The wounds healed after allowing his scarlet flas to flood his body for a few minutes, and he was as good as new.
However, healing did not erase the deep frown on his face.
Being cured didn’t an he had a way to overco the blood rain that barred his path.
After a mont of contemplation, Cain shifted back into his dragonborn form.
A larger body would an a higher intake of the invasive blood, forcing him to fight harder to control it.
His sixty-ter-tall form was the most efficient for the task at hand.
Taking a deep breath, Cain approached the edge of the bloody rain once more.
He didn’t step into it fully this ti but extended only his hand.
Imdiately, the scarlet dragonborn’s eyes narrowed as he felt the droplets of blood enter his bloodstream, revolving with overwhelming force and expanding his blood vessels to their limits.
A burning sensation surged through his arm, and his muscles tensed under the strain.
Cain’s gaze sharpened as he attempted to take control of the new blood invading his body.
While he could tap into his marginal understanding of the Oniric Truth of Blood to move it through his system, he couldn’t fully integrate or command it.
More and more blood infiltrated his veins until, finally, he was forced to withdraw his hand.
A sharp exhalation escaped him as he compelled himself to expel a mouthful of blood onto the crimson ground.
The act brought balance back to his bloodstream, but it wasn’t a sustainable thod.
Repeatedly purging blood would be impossible while traversing the downpour, and each ti he did so, it weakened his vitality.
He couldn’t afford such damage in the long run.
“Just what am I supposed to do here?” Cain muttered, frustration evident in his tone.
There was no way to block the bloody rain, and he wasn’t fast enough to simply push through it unscathed.
After a few monts, he sat on the ground, folding his legs beneath him.
He gazed intently at the relentless downpour, his mind blocking out everything else as he searched for an answer.
The sound of the rain was a constant rhythm, a somber drumbeat that echoed in the eerie silence of the Sanguine Area.
As he watched, Cain’s eyes drifted to the vast ocean of blood that covered the ground.
The sight srized him, and gradually, a sense of calm washed over his turbulent thoughts.
This wasn’t a sudden burst of enlightennt or a gift from his True Na; it was sothing born purely from his own introspection and hard work.
Slowly, an idea began to take shape.
Days passed as he remained in deep ditation, his mind piecing together fragnts of understanding.
Finally, clarity erged.
Cain looked at the bloody rain falling from the ceiling, the pools of blood covering the ground, and the thick mist hanging between them.
He took a deep breath and spoke aloud, his voice steady and resonant.
“Blood is a link, one that ties all beings together.
It is not stagnant, nor is it bound to a single form.
It changes and adapts, coursing through the myriad life forms in existence.
To understand the Oniric Truth of Blood, one must understand the flow of life itself.” Rising from the ground, Cain walked forward calmly until he stood at the very edge of the bloody rain.
Once more, he stretched out his right hand, allowing the crimson droplets to make contact and feeling them fuse into his bloodstream.
But this ti, he didn’t resist or attempt to expel them.
Instead, his left hand reached down to touch the ocean of blood beneath him.
As the bloody rain infused his body, he focused intently, channeling the new blood downward and sending it back into the ocean.
At first, the process was clumsy and taxing, forcing Cain to purge excess blood occasionally.
Yet, he persisted.
With each attempt, the flow beca smoother, and the transition beca seamless.
His understanding of the Oniric Truth of Blood deepened as he worked to maintain balance.
Eventually, Cain found himself acting as a conduit-a vessel through which the bloody rain passed.
Every drop that entered through his right hand now traversed his body and exited through his left into the ocean below.
A flow was established, a harmonious cycle mirroring the very essence of life.
After several minutes, Cain straightened his posture, a serene expression settling on his face.
He began to walk forward into the heart of the bloody rain, the soles of his feet skimming the surface of the crimson ocean.
As the drops of blood fused with his body, he guided them effortlessly into the ground, each second refining the flow further.
With each step, his movents beca more fluid and more natural.
The blood flowed through him like a river, and he felt a profound connection to the world around him.
Insights into the Oniric Truth of Blood blossod within his mind.
He sensed the pulse of life in every droplet, the interconnectedness of all beings, and the endless cycle of renewal.
Far away, seated on his throne wrapped in chains, the Demon King’s left eye glowed with a deep, unreadable light as he observed Cain’s progress.
The sight of the scarlet dragonborn walking calmly through the bloody rain, allowing it to pass through his body without resistance, stirred sothing within him.
The feelings coursing through his ancient soul were complex, but one thing was certain-his interest in the young man continued to grow stronger.
— Back in the Sanguine Area, Cain’s pace quickened.
He was now sprinting, moving at a shocking speed.
He had already spent nearly ten days in the bloody rain, and by this point, the flow of blood through his body was so well-mastered that he no longer needed to focus consciously on it.
It had beco as natural as breathing.
As he advanced, the challenges intensified.
The blood rain grew heavier, and the ocean beneath beca more turbulent.
Yet, Cain navigated it all with ease, his understanding of the Oniric Truth of Blood guiding him.
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