Demon-Slaying Sword

"Yes, that is indeed the incantation. Do you know this ring as well?"

Sister Devlin nodded. The autumn night wind on the cliff rustled the hems of the Blind Sisters' robes. In the wind, they maintained identical postures, their blindfolds reflecting the moonlight. It was indeed a rather strange sight.

"This relic is not well-known. I heard Grandma Cassandra mention it before. Even the incantation was taught to me by Grandma Cassandra. It is said to have been knowledge from her Teacher. This Sage Level Relic was originally held by a local Bloodkin clan in Middlesburg. According to Grandma Cassandra's Teacher, the relic first appeared in the Fifth Epoch. A blood-drinking Great One bestowed it upon a human man, and only after that mortal died in the Sikar Mountain Area did the relic return to the Bloodkin."

"So that's it... died in the Sikar Mountain Area."

Shade nodded somewhat wistfully. That Sage Level Relic ring should have been the one the Saint had given to the gray-haired armored old man at the end of God's Banquet. And now, after an entire epoch, Shade had heard of that ring once again. The ring had deteriorated from a powerful Divine Art Item into a relic, while that old man had long since vanished.

"The Bloodkin Ring changes one's race. And unlike the Metamorphosis Ring, this one seems to be activated by someone else reciting the incantation. If Mia used it, it would be equivalent to changing her from a cat into a Bloodkin. This way, perhaps she could use the Fish Training Ring, then speak and use the Metamorphosis Ring. What am I thinking? The user of the Bloodkin Ring contracts Blood Thirst Syndrome. I can't let that cat catch such a troublesome disease."

The nuns of the Order of Spiritual Cultivation