Unless...
Thoughts of that possibility caused the joy on Long's face to slowly vanish.
Unless the opponent had truly ascended in consciousness, achieving transcendence, and had forged a Rule Seed!
"Just three Blood Moons and already ascended to the Fifth Rank, is this the terror of being a Favored of the Blood Moon?"
Long murmured, his eyes filled with both wariness and greed.
In the end, all it turned into was helplessness.
"Forget it, after some more recovery, I will return to the point of dimensional overlap, devour those poor souls trapped in the slate, and then return to the inner Heart Domain of the Blood Moon, otherwise, by the time the ninth Blood Moon arrives, I might be devoured by Leptitia as mere fodder..."
Thinking of the inner Heart Domain of the Blood Moon, the rumors he had heard, Long's face was clouded with changing expressions, eventually settling into a sigh and envy.
It was powerful, a Seventh Rank life.
