Under the stone wall, countless blood lines sliced through the air, each pass leaving a deep groove on the ground.
In the center of the blood lines, Yvette curled up in a spherical defense made from her own blood, with the blood barrier trembling under the incessant attacks, ripples spreading across its surface.
There was no chance to counterattack.
Not once from start to finish.
The civil war among the Blood Race was brutally cruel; once the opponent seized control over external blood, the weaker party couldn't even utilize thirty percent of their original strength. The usually exquisite blood manipulations were nothing but jokes in the face of higher-level suppression.
Theoretically, it's almost impossible for the lower to overcome the upper.
This was also why Yvette was confident she could handle Louisa by herself before the battle began.
But now, she's the one being suppressed as the "lower."
"Why? Why? Why?"
