"Splash!"
The young lady had slipped into the water as smoothly as an osprey diving for prey. A moment later, she opened her eyes in the Sacred Blood Pool. Though she was the clan leader's daughter, this was actually the first time she had ever been so close to the family's sacred pool.
Although the pool was boiling on the surface, the water below remained icy cold.
The viscous liquid looked just like real blood, but it was far murkier than the water in the sacred pool Femis had seen a few times before. There was also an unmistakable sense of sinister, twisted coldness about it.
Femis and Triss had expected the Sacred Blood Pool to be contaminated. But only when she ventured deep inside did she realize what her father had poured into the pool, once so utterly holy, in the madness bestowed upon him by the Warp.
The blood essence of vampires!
To contaminate an ancient Sacred Blood Pool, one blessed with supreme psychic power, to this extent, at least several thousand elite members of the family must have had their Warp-tainted blood poured into it.
"Ugh!"
Once she understood this, the young lady retched in the pool.
She clamped a hand over her mouth. Never before had she loathed the crimson before her so much. She felt that she would never again enjoy the pleasure of drinking blood. What a tragedy—one of the ways she took pleasure in herself was gone forever.
But time was short. This wasn't the moment to dwell on that.
Even deep in the pool, she could hear the screams outside. They came from the Witch Hunters as their blood was drained. Her monstrous father was sucking the life from his warriors.
There was no time to waste!
Femis turned her left hand