Chapter 94 – The Blood That Tastes Sweet
Kaden stood silently.
Surrounded by the corpses of countless beasts—some torn, others crushed, all of them dead—and yet, even in death, their blood still flowed, thick and heavy, as if refusing to give up.
He stood there, black silky hair drifting with the faint breeze, crimson eyes glowing faintly in the shadow of the trees. In his hand was Reditha still gleaming with that deep crimson hue, but now soaked in blood, blood that painted her smooth, delicate blade with streaks of violence.
And perched on his shoulder was a black crow with red eyes, watching in quiet stillness.
Black and red.
That was the theme today, apparently.
But the sight, the visual of that scene, was something almost mythical. Something out of legend.
Kaden looked at the corpses and remembered one of the conditions to succeed in this evolution quest: to drink the blood of every single thing he killed.
