Even now, Katelinna worried not about her own safety, but about whether the True Master would live or die.
The series of sudden changes in the caged girl made her realize a possibility that filled her with panic.
The Sea of Blood seemed vast and boundless, but its blood had all come from members of the Blood Clan slaughtered by Cain. Their resentment and hatred dwelled in the blood, making its energy incredibly impure and foul. Only a tiny fraction of that energy could actually be absorbed normally, nowhere near enough to resurrect the True Master. Of that, she was certain.
"No, child, you're wrong..." the caged girl suddenly said.
"Wrong about what?" Katelinna asked blankly.
"Both things you said were wrong..."
The girl's voice was soft. Despite her tender, childlike face, her tone was as gentle as a loving Holy Mother's. "The energy of the Sea of Blood can bring people back to life, but not me..."
"Are you planning to..." Katelinna cried out.
As she spoke, her hand reached uncontrollably toward the bundle at the back of the boat.
She retrieved the bundle and opened it, exposing twelve small, shriveled sets of remains.
Katelinna grew even more panicked. What she had imagined was becoming reality.
These remains belonged to the Blood God's twelve successors.
Before entering the Sea of Blood, she had spent nearly two months traveling, not because the journey to the Sea of Blood was truly that long, but because they had taken a detour to the Blood God's Homeland first.
In the Blood God's Homeland, she had seen the graves of these twelve successors, seemingly built in secret by Blood Clan members who had survived the Blood Clan Catastrophe all those years ago.
Katelinna had paid her respects to these twelve Blood God's Descendants on