The Blood of the Night Race is not only the carrier of the Undying Power but is also an extremely precious alchemy material. Yet, few know that within the Night Race, among the strict hierarchy constructed by bloodlines, blood has many uses—it is the embodiment of actual power.
Serey gently dipped his fingertips into a bit of blood, and as he stared, he felt his own blood slowly heating, boiling, the beast lurking in his heart seemed to be struggling to break free, restless.
"Where did this blood come from?"
Serey suddenly asked, his voice echoing within the silent Undying Club. A few seconds later, the darkness began to stir, and a black cat, almost merged with the shadows, walked out.
"Bologue," Wei'Er spoke, "Bologue just brought someone back, and this blood dripped from him."
"Did you see his face clearly?" Serey asked.
Wei'Er said, "No, he was wrapped in black cloth, it seems to avoid being scorched by the blazing sun."
