"You don't understand... and I don't want you to. You only need to know that only this way can I truly embrace death!"
Digla said to Solam with a smile.
For Digla, wanting to die was truly difficult. First of all, the blood clan would never willingly kill him completely. So long as there was hope, the blood clan would bring Digla back. Even if he was punished, he would only be forcibly put into slumber, and one day, he would awaken again.
Being sealed by humans would lead to much the same result.
So he wanted to force the blood clan to kill him of their own accord! And without betraying the blood clan, this was the only way Digla could think of to make them kill him. That was why he had opened the "Blood Path."
Though this logic was difficult for ordinary people to understand, for the blood clan, it was indeed not entirely unreasonable.
"So kill me! I know you must have a way!" Digla spread his arms and shouted at Solam.
Solam's expression was grim. For the first time, he felt that his friend was a textbook madman.
"As you wish!" With a flick of his hand, a twisted dagger appeared in Solam's grasp.
The moment the dagger appeared, a broad smile spread across Digla's face. This was what he had been waiting for! Only the blood clan possessed this kind of weapon, and even within the blood clan, it could only be brought out after every blood elder had voted in agreement. The Primordial Blood Pool was the same, of course! That was why it had been utterly impossible for Digla to truly end himself by returning to the blood clan's hidden realm. He had no way of getting close to those things.
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