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Unique is the most stable relationship because it is simple in composition. However, it is also the easiest relationship to spiral out of control; once both parties are involved, it signifies the distribution of interests and the prioritization of issues.
Garen is not naive enough to think he can control the other party; this should be the bottom line that Su Ye can tolerate. For now, reckless provocation will only bring unnecessary trouble. Correspondingly, Garen will not allow himself to be manipulated either.
As for the fact of becoming a bloodline, Garen is actually not in a hurry to change it. It is important to understand that both Blood Power and Fighting Spirit do not belong to Garen's inherent strength; rather, they were transformed by the laws of the world after he arrived in the Godeyas Continent. Ultimately, they will revert back to Rune Power when he returns to Valoran.
What kind of attribute Rune Power will have at that time is even less of a concern. Given Garen's understanding of Rune Power, converting back will only be a bit troublesome.
Of course, all of this is a matter for later; everything is based on the successful eradication of the Time-Space Cataclysm.
As they walked along, the members of the Solomon Clan displayed a respectful attitude. They did not recognize Garen, and in principle, there was no need for them to bow. What truly made them lower their heads was the Dark Silver Badge on Garen's left chest, the core symbol of the Solomon Clan.
About twenty minutes later, Bai stopped in front of a massive entrance. She took out a special stone and scanned it across the pillar at the entrance, causing the door to slowly open with a rumble.
Garen had expected that behind the door would be some important place, but he was taken aback by what he found instead.
Walking another two hundred meters inside, he came upon a large door. Unlike the previous Crimson Courtyard, this one was entirely crafted in gold, with copper rings shaped like the wings of a Bat on either side.
With a loud boom, as if a Bat were flapping its wings, the Golden Gate slowly opened.
Walking another two hundred meters forward, yet another Black Iron Gate blocked their path. However, this time, the carvings on the copper rings had transformed into a demon. Garen had seen this demon in books; it was called "Asura," ruling over the hell of all evils.
With another rumble...
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
Seven massive doors swung open in succession, each adorned with intricately carved demons, each symbolizing a different sin.
Upon reaching the final purple door, Bai did not continue onward, for there was no path ahead. Looking around, he found himself in an incredibly spacious square hall, devoid of any furnishings, with four bare golden walls surrounding him.
Before Garen could take a closer look, Bai's voice echoed in the silence.
"Two thousand years ago, the Third Ancestor of the Solomon Clan ascended to immortality right here. Although a long time has passed, his insights into Blood Power still linger. This is also the most important Sanctuary of the Solomon Clan."
The most important Sanctuary? Garen was somewhat surprised but quickly came to terms with it. Given Su Ye's personality, it seemed unlikely that she held any reverence for a Sanctuary; it was more likely that she casually offered it to Garen for use, which was both amusing and perplexing.
Perhaps this "Unique" was not as simple as Garen had imagined.
"You have three days. If all goes well, it should be enough for you to ascend to Second Rank." At this point, Bai inexplicably sneered. "Of course, that is assuming you can endure. In the last fifty years, twenty people have entered this place, but only one succeeded."
It was evident that the successful one was Su Ye.
Garen looked at him oddly and said, "If I fail, it doesn't seem to benefit you at all."
Solomon was anxious about Garen's promotion, especially with the banquet just three days away. Any misstep on Garen's part would spell bad news for them.
The schadenfreude that Bai had just expressed vanished in an instant as she coldly remarked, "Part of your Blood Power comes from Lord Suye, including her insights. If you fail under these circumstances... unless your brain collapses."
Garen nodded in acknowledgment.
At that moment, the purple door slammed shut with a thunderous sound, and Bai was standing outside, having appeared there without notice. She regarded Garen with an emotionless gaze before finally uttering a statement.
"Do not associate the filthy Bat with the blood clan."
As her words echoed, the purple door closed completely.
"Do not associate the filthy Bat with the blood clan?" This was clearly a warning from Bai to Garen. Although she harbored hostility towards him, Garen had no doubts about her intentions; after all, her loyalty to Su Ye was absolute, and Garen's promotion would also be a boon to Su Ye. Therefore, she wouldn't sabotage him in such a manner.
However, what did that statement mean?
In the common understanding of the continent, vampires were believed to originate from blood-sucking Bats, often considering the first Bat as the ancestor of vampires. Yet Bai seemed to be distinguishing between vampires and the blood clan.
Before Garen could ponder further, he noticed the golden walls around him shimmering with a dark golden aura, interspersed with crimson lines resembling blood. These lines continuously rearranged themselves until they formed exquisite and unique symbols.
These characters were ancient script of the blood clan, which Garen did not recognize at first. However, as soon as his gaze touched them, he understood their meaning!
Garen was momentarily taken aback but quickly realized: "Is this the convenience of Embrace?"
As Garen gazed upon the ancient characters, he not only understood their meaning but also felt a faint yet profound insight that seemed to resonate deeply within him, though it did not belong to him.
In his line of sight, the blood flowing within him shimmered with a dark golden light, coalescing into archaic symbols that mirrored the inscriptions on the wall.
Following the sequence, as he read line by line, he realized that what filled his vision was no longer just those characters; instead, it transformed into a surging Crimson River, roaring with anger and howling as if declaring its arrival to the world.
This sensation was reminiscent of Berfant's dream, providing Garen with a peculiar sense of déjà vu, as if he were truly there. The sound of the rushing river echoed in his ears, and he could even see droplets of blood splashing up, yet there was no trace of any acrid scent reaching his nose.
In Berfant's dream, Garen had caught a whiff of a fragrant aroma.
This time, however, it was distinctly different. Garen sensed a unique scent but could not find an appropriate adjective in his mind to describe it…
Or rather, it wasn’t merely a scent.
It was…
Emotion?
Yes! It was emotion!
A complex emotion akin to the helplessness one feels when facing the inevitability of death in old age, reminiscing about the grand and tumultuous years of youth… As he pondered this connection, the tumult of the Crimson River grew ever more deafening.
On the opposite bank of the Blood River stood a large stone where a Black Bat perched. Its long whiskers had turned white as it gazed silently at the Blood River, which had fallen into a prolonged silence…
Unknowingly, Garen felt as if he had been drawn into the situation, clearly sensing the emotions of the Bat. Yes, that sense of helplessness and regret just now had emanated from it, but unfortunately, it was nearing death.
Breathing gradually became lighter and slower... the body's functions were rapidly deteriorating...
A sense of crisis surged in Garen's heart, giving him a strange illusion that with the old Bat's demise, he too would affirm his own death and thus vanish from the world... This feeling of crisis was incredibly intense, yet Garen found himself unable to control his immersion in the Blood River, unable to extricate himself.
"Do not associate the filthy Bat with the Blood Clan!"
Suddenly, Bailin's warning echoed in his mind, jolting Garen's consciousness back to some clarity.
He abruptly lifted his head and saw that on the opposite bank of the Blood River, the elderly Bat had not died; instead, it was calmly staring at him.
"Who are you!" Garen forced himself out of this state.
In the center of Solomon's Sanctuary stood an elderly man, expressionless as he gazed at Garen.
"My name is Seidonton Solomon."
"My introduction is over; now it's your turn."
"Why do you carry the scent of Berfant?"
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