Salokdar had gained the upper hand in the Hall of Holy Blood. He was using spells empowered by chaotic psychic energy to fight off the combined assault of First Lord Palanno and the old knight Finoc.
After mercilessly injuring his own daughter, he felt the danger had passed.
Even with help from Triss, that traitor, the meddling fools before him had no way left to sever his connection to the Pool of Holy Blood.
The sacred pool, source of the vampires' birth, had been corrupted. It was continuously feeding tainted psychic energy to the warp rift, helping it grow until, as planned, it would open a passage straight into the warp.
The projection formed in the warp through the sacrifice of his entire family had already been forged. When it was time for Him to be born, all that remained was to throw Femis, the "seed," into it!
Whether she wanted to or not, he would personally shape a "darkness god."
In the blood vulture grand duke's deranged, chaotic thoughts, his plan seemed flawless, without a single thing out of place.
At this point, it no longer mattered whether he had come up with the plan himself.
Everything had progressed this far, and nothing could stop him from seeing it through.
"Argh!!!"
A searing agony erupted without warning from deep within the blood vulture grand duke's body, now a vessel for chaos.
This was no external wound!
Amid the purifying pain, he heard the wail of the desire demon blade, which had grown powerful alongside him by bathing in chaos. This strange purifying force was coming from the blade, transmitted through the soul link between them.
The demon blade was at the bottom of the Pool of Holy Blood!
What had happened down there?
The blood vulture grand duke turned