The Shadowed Legacy

Within the Scarlet Grand Hall of the Darkborn Clan's fortress,

A vivid crimson carpet covered the entire hall, red silk and gauze sleeves hung from the beams, and eight towering red pillars stood within. Everywhere the eye fell was scarlet.

A pool of thick, crimson blood sat in the center of the hall. Four fang-bearing stone statues stood at its corners with their mouths agape, endlessly pouring streams of brilliantly red blood into the Blood Pool!

The vast hall was permeated by a heavy, pungent stench of blood!

Others would find this sharp, cloying scent unbearable, but to the Darkborn Clan, it was the most fragrant and delicious perfume in the world!

Countless members of the Darkborn Clan sat on both sides of the hall, savoring the "fine wine" in their hands with intoxicated expressions.

They first gently swirled the blood in their cups, observing its color and thickness. Then they brought it beneath their noses to savor it carefully, smelling whether the blood was sufficiently "fragrant."

Once both color and scent met their standards, they would carefully take a small sip, embracing the lofty ideal of connoisseurship as they repeatedly savored it across their lips, mouth, and tongue.

This was the standard procedure by which the Darkborn Clan tasted blood.

They tasted blood not merely to eat and satisfy their appetites, but more like gourmets repeatedly appraising the finest delicacies in the world!

At the center of the hall, a handsome and elegant man in scarlet blood robes reclined sideways atop the dais, his hair loose around him.

The man parted his red lips slightly, exposing two sharp white fangs. He gently swirled the wine cup in his hand and carefully inhaled the alluring fragrance within.

The surrounding attendants could not help being drawn to the blood in his