The snowy ground began to crack, each fissure as though carved open by invisible blood-colored light. The edge of the snowfield seemed to transform into a gigantic magic circle.
"Let me ask one last time: Mr. Luo Qi, are you really not considering joining our Blood Race?"
On the silvery snowfield, the biting wind whipped up Earl Gregory's long coat. Yet to him, the cold seemed not to exist.
"I truly admire you. Your talents should be put to use by our Blood Race."
The fissures gradually began to glow. Blood-colored mist rose toward the sky, sealing off the entire snowfield before Sigrid and Lanchi, as though tons of magic power were about to come crashing down.
His steps were slow and steady as he observed the expressions of Sigrid and Lanchi.
The Little Werewolf's breathing was heavy with exhaustion, and her eyes were filled with confusion.
Meanwhile, the imperial craftsman beside her remained expressionless, as though unaffected by any external emotion.
Though he possessed an ordinary mortal body, he carried the unwavering bearing of a superior.
Just his gaze alone seemed to reject every one of Earl Gregory's proposals.
"...Then what a pity. Since you are both enemies of the Blood Race, you may as well be erased together."
Earl Gregory's voice carried a hint of disappointment. His deep and imposing scarlet eyes had become like an abyss, drawing people into endless depths until their souls gradually lost themselves.
He had lost all patience.
"..."
Sigrid looked up at the tall figure beside her. She knew very well that she had no chance of opposing this Blood Race Earl.
Lanchi could have survived originally, but because he had angered the Blood Race Earl, he would now be erased along with her.
All she could see was the snow around