Chapter 282: What Is Dreamed and What Is Thought
Ruger recalled that before every blood rain fell, whether in Burning Blood City, on the wasteland outside, within Blood Castle, or even in the villages along the wasteland's edge, the sound of clanking chains could always be heard first. Only then would the blood rain descend, its pattering waters washing over everything. Thinking back now, perhaps it had always been the figure atop the dome moving—that indistinct crimson giant, bound in chains and runes.
If it truly was as he suspected, then although he still did not know their exact purpose, Ruger admired their courage for daring to get involved.
After all, the blood-robed wizard before, the so-called ancestor of Blood Castle, had made it clear that he did not dare set his sights on that glowing crimson giant.
Yet some wizards truly were helping the bloodline-infected in the Nightmare World.
Ruger did not know what astonishing value that enormous humanoid radiating blood-red light possessed.
But it must have held a certain appeal even for high-level wizards. Before awakening, that blood-robed wizard who claimed he did not dare make a move had deliberately guided the vampires of Blood Castle and the bloodline-infected to produce mixed-blood descendants, using it as an indirect attempt to steal the power of that enormous humanoid by taking a roundabout path.
But it also revealed that man's caution.
That caution itself showed that setting one's sights on Burning Blood City was not a good idea. Doing so was different from killing the wizards in the city. The wizards were free, and at the same time, they did not belong to this city. Just like Old Lunse, in outsiders' eyes they were wizards of Burning Blood City, and they might even step forward to fight in its defense,