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The blood he had swallowed in the orc cave, the ancient blood forced into him in that first terrible chapter of his life, had not only awakened power. It had carried something with it. A remnant. A final imprint. The last living memory left inside the Blood God's blood before everything went dark.
That was what he had seen. It was not a story. It was not a prophecy. It was a memory of his past life.
It was the final memory the blood of blood god itself still carried.
Lucard's last sight before his mind and soul were pulled away.
Sekhmet's hand tightened once, unconsciously, around Lily.
He had known from the start that the blood inside him was not ordinary god blood. He had known it was dangerous. It was hungry. It was ancient. He had known the system, the awakening, the bloodline, and everything after chapter one had come from swallowing something no mortal or half-god should have survived.
