Slowly Wearing Down

It was early morning when a patch of the sky above the Black Forest darkened with storm clouds. These were celestial tribulations, marking the moment Quirio and Zaimo were breaking through to the Body Destruction Realm.

Meanwhile, the whale was inside the mountain, hands on Calirer's forehead, analyzing her carefully. She was completely comatose, her body covered in pulsating demonic bloodline runes.

Calirer had absorbed the pure and dense bloodline of three of the four Empyreans, while Runula took the last one. Calirer's bloodline was already dense enough, but now it had reached the next level, and she was undergoing a new metamorphosis.

Alm and Bruno were helping stabilize the bloodline runes faster. There was no time to waste; danger was at the door, and more bloodline could arrive at any moment.