The three retainers perished in succession.
Crimson Moon watched it all without stirring, still observing coldly from the sidelines.
With Crimson Moon's rhythmic breathing, the spirit particles that had belonged to the Three Blood Ancestors gathered toward her at the center of the vortex like a thousand rivers flowing into the sea, forming bands of scarlet light in midair.
Nourished by streams of Aether Light Flow, Crimson Moon's presence steadily climbed. Her shattered-gold hair grew wildly to her waist and drifted without wind. Her aura was cold, desolate, and distant, like a deity descended upon the world.
The acquisition of the five senses, stabilization of consciousness, and normalization of neural circuits. Pseudo-host synchronization rate: 98%!-(MISSING)-
Haa... This is roughly how it should be. Though it is somewhat restrictive, this sense of restraint is rather pleasant. This vessel shall belong to me for now...
After a brief silence, Crimson Moon slowly opened her eyes, moved her limbs a little, and nodded in satisfaction.
Those three had been somewhat inferior and somewhat stupid, but they had still successfully bought her some time, allowing her to suppress the abnormal reaction and adjust her body's condition as quickly as possible.
Then, in high spirits, Crimson Moon's indifferent gaze passed through the darkness before her and playfully examined the petite figure at the edge of the battlefield. Her dark brows lifted, and she could not help but become somewhat interested.
"They have already given their loyalty to me. So, what is your answer? My retainer, my blood descendant... Altrouge..."
"I..."
Black Princess's heart trembled. She instinctively avoided the gaze from high above, her expression shifting uncertainly. She opened her mouth several times, yet did not know how to answer.
However, before Altrouge could continue struggling, a pitch-black figure stepped in front of her, blocking the