Emlyn: It's Over

Emlyn's body went utterly rigid with fear, leaving him rooted to the spot and unable to move.

Before him was the room where Argos had been earlier. Due to the mutation, the room's doors and windows had been burst apart by blades of grass and vines. Shattered glass littered the corridor outside, while the door's hinges had broken, leaving it hanging crookedly to one side and exposing the scene within. Crimson moonlight poured into the room, illuminating half the floor—and someone's lower body.

There were not just the two Artificial Vampires from earlier in Argos's room. There was a third person!

Under the moonlight, grass and vegetation quietly grew over that person's lower body. Compared with the two Artificial Vampires that had swollen madly, the plants covering this figure were far more restrained. Yet Emlyn felt an overwhelmingly intense pressure from him.

The grass was a vivid green, the flowers a brilliant red. They withered abruptly halfway through growing, becoming nourishment for newly sprouted plants. Lush vitality and desolation coexisted, flowing beneath the crimson moonlight as though shrouded in a hazy mist of blood. As for the upper half of his body, bathed in shadow, only a pair of eyes gleaming red could be seen.

Spirituality was frantically warning him, and Emlyn found it difficult to breathe. He had felt something similar from the Odra Family's ancestor—Lord Nibais.

A Sequence 4 Demigod, perhaps even beyond that!

This was absolutely not an opponent I could resist!

Despair filled his heart. For a moment, he did not even feel the urge to flee. After all, running was utterly meaningless against such an enemy.

He had never expected that, having only just gained the Ancestor's favor, joined the Tarot Club, and achieved something within the Sanguine, he would now have to face death...