Crimson Awakening. Blood Primogenitor.

Trevor and the others arrived just in time to see Ethan encased in a crimson cocoon, pulsating faintly like a beating heart. The sight was unsettling, with faint tendrils of bloody mist escaping the cocoon's surface, dissipating into the air. Ethan lay unconscious inside, his face peaceful yet unnervingly pale. Carmen, the most powerful among the group, instinctively stepped forward, her concern outweighing her hesitation.

"We need to get him to the cultivation area," she said firmly, determination laced in her voice as she reached for the cocoon.

Before her hand could make contact, Trevor stepped between her and Ethan, his expression grim and voice sharp. "Don't," he commanded, holding her wrist just inches from her intended target. "He's going through his first awakening as a Blood Primogenitor. He's dangerous right now—lethally dangerous."

Carmen frowned, confused. "Dangerous? He's unconscious—"