The Elf (19)
Elder Ling bowed down to the river, he didn't seem to care about the heat that scorched his face. In his hands, a similar golden dagger suddenly appeared, and just like the other women, without hesitation, he slit his wrist!
Except, the blood that pooled from the wound was not the original crimson red but a strange transparent green as if his blood had been replaced with the sap of a tree. He slowly stood up and walked seven steps forward.
For every step, a drop of blood fell to the cave floor and the cave walls hook tremendously. The chanting of the black robe became louder and louder and in the corner of his vision, he could see that the humans beside him had started stomping their feet as if they had been initiated by the others!