As soon as he turned past the crevice and escaped the sight of those behind him, Skander's previously steady steps immediately revealed their true state. He began to stagger, looking as though he were drunk.
For a Third Tier individual, this was almost unimaginable.
But he truly was about to lose control.
More precisely, waves of intense warmth had arisen "out of nowhere," with no telling where they came from, descending from the crown of his head and silently merging into his body—
His forehead trembled violently as well, and he could barely suppress the signs that his spirit was about to leave its shell.
Suppressing the instinctive ecstasy, pleasure, and deep, nearly uncontrollable tremor, he could only grit his teeth and repeatedly warn himself that it was not time yet—
By now, this Vampire-enhanced user understood quite clearly that, as one of the Vampire Kind—a bloodline in which blood contained spirituality, where "spirit" coexisted with the symbolic matter of "flesh and blood"—this spiritual unrest was actually a sign that his bloodline was about to break through!
In other words, he already had one foot across the threshold of the Fourth Tier!
There had been no all-out struggle for survival in a mission world, nor any further exchange through the platform—
After obtaining the initial Vampire enhancement, especially after rapidly reaching his current state in recent days, what this man had relied upon—
—was merely the grace of a god.
A god did not care about believers, but neither did it entirely disregard worshippers.
This seemed to have been quietly confirmed, especially after Skander conducted related experiments.
He had always been exceptionally intelligent.
In a place like the Balkan Peninsula, where even ordinary armed conflicts were no longer worth reporting as "news" to the outside world—
For ordinary people in