The Duchess walked into the room soon afterward, her body radiating a scent of deathly roses. It smelt of blood and sweetness.
Veins of red extended from the corners of her eyes and she looked on the verge of losing her mind.
At first, she hadn't felt that it was too big of a deal to stop drinking the blood of the Azurex. When she felt some resistance to it, her pride helped her to keep that feeling at bay. But now it had almost been a minute or two and she practically had to drag herself here.
Sylas looked back when he sensed something was wrong, his eyes narrowing. In the end, he chose to look away.
He hadn't been sure how much of the legends the Sanguara followed. But it seemed it was more than he thought.
The difference was that the Duchess didn't seem to be acting like this because she had too little blood. She was acting like this because she had had too much of it.
"Bleed yourself out if you want to regain control of yourself."
Sylas tossed a vial over his head and the Duchess caught it. Her gaze flickered from the vial to Sylas' neck and then back again. After a long while, she used a claw and drew it across the length of her forearm.
More blood than should have ever been able to fit in her body poured out in what were practically waves of crimson. Yet, the vial seemed capable of swallowing it all.
Slowly, the madness in the Duchess' eyes faded. She seemed to also notice at that point that this wasn't a weakness of her bloodline. Actually, it was a strength.
Her limits extended to infinity, and when she had more blood than she could consume herself or control, her body was actually able to convert it into a savage Will.
Not only did this take something that was purely a physical enhancement and turn it into something far more potent, it made her instincts in battle wilder and far harder to predict.
What the Duchess didn't quite understand was how Sylas had figured that out before she had. Why did it feel like he understood her ancestry better than she did?
Well, much like how Vipermancy had allowed Sylas to command Demonic Serpentes, there didn't seem to be much of a difference in whether he used the Life and Death Seals on Demons or Humanoids.
As the Duchess was lost in thought, there was a sudden flash and Nosphaleen appeared.
"It's done?" Sylas asked.
Nosphaleen nodded, her gaze a bit somber. She also seemed injured, but the fact she had managed to protect herself in a world of D-tiers went to show just how much more powerful she had become.
"It was easy after the supple line was formed."
Sylas nodded slowly.
In reality, because of how his Hibernation Realm worked, if he left the world he was in, it wasn't like others couldn't follow after him. That just left a huge portal in the outside world that he couldn't exactly manage himself.
Nosphaleen had had to protect it for one, but also move the portal to another location. As for that location...
The world warped around Sylas and he found himself in the middle of a dark gold fog he recognized all too well.
The Golden Battlefield.

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