SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Little Red

"How did a mortal awakener come in possession of a high-grade talisman? How did he manage to escape right in front of us? This is completely unacceptable!"

The priest's voice echoed through the cathedral ruins like thunder, each word laced with divine fury. His staff slammed into the stone with a crack that sent spiderweb fractures racing across the marble floor.

None of the enforcers dared to respond. The scent of burning blood still lingered in the air. The altar stones were scorched black, and the sacred runes were flickering erratically as if the very magic in the cathedral had been violated. Because it had.

The priest's molten silver eyes swept across the room. "Do you even understand what that was? That wasn't a mortal awakening. That was a bloodline reclamation. An ancient one. Primordial, possibly cursed. And it happened in our pool."

One of the junior enforcers, pale and visibly shaking, stepped forward. "W-we couldn't trace the destination of the teleport, Sir. The signature was... masked. Someone cloaked it immediately. That man could be anywhere.

Before the priest could respond to that, another man came running. "Sir, something is terribly wrong with the Cathedral Waters."

The priest glared back at the idiot spouting the obvious.

The man hurriedly explained. "Not just our Cathedral. All the Cathedrals in the Kingdom have been drained completely. There is no blessed water left in the pools. Every single Awakening Pool has gone dry!"

Gasps spread like wildfire through the room. Even the stern-faced enforcers, trained for divine combat and unfazed by horrors, gasped at this news.

The priest froze, staff clutched tight in his hand. "What did you just say?"

"I've confirmed with the High Chapels of Vehrin, Altharos, and Dawnspire," the messenger continued breathlessly. "It happened at the exact same moment. Their pools were completely drained. Not evaporated, not corrupted. Just... emptied."

Shock and dread filled the eyes of the priest. "He drained them? He... that boy... drained all of them?"

Everyone stood silently not knowing what to do now.

"Find him." The priest finally spoke up, his voice bellowing. "I want every teleportation gate, every resurrection shrine, every rogue bloodmage circle within five hundred miles locked down. I want his name and his soul. If there's even a trace of that awakening energy left behind... track it."

He turned away and mumbled in a low voice that no one could hear. "Because if that bloodling is allowed to awaken completely... this entire continent will burn."

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"You are that... you are that..." From all the crazy system messages he had received during the awakening process, Damon was instantly able to piece together one puzzle after another, and in the end, only one explanation was possible.

"Yup, I am Bloodreign, fondly known as little red."

The wind stilled. Damon blinked. "What?" he croaked. The foggy silhouette laughed at his shocked expression.

"I know you figured it out, so why are you acting all surprised now? You got me, little bloodling. Three of you came after me that night, and you were the one who was successful. You got me, and I made sure we both got a fair second chance to climb our way back to the top."

Damon gulped. Sure, he had guessed correctly. But guessing was one thing, and knowing the truth was an entirely different thing. How could all of this be happening? How could she be the legendary weapon's soul? That was something that happened in his last life. How could it have possibly followed him in this new life?

Was she really the one who sent him back in time? But how could something like that even be possible?

"I know you have a lot of questions, bloodling but I have already used all of my energy to aid in your awakening. I am feeling very sleepy now. Wake me up soon, okay? I am counting on you. Also, I made sure no one could track you or see your status. You will just be a normal vampire in their eyes," she whispered, her voice already fading like mist at dawn.

Damon reached out instinctively, but the fog had already begun unraveling, dissolving into threads of shimmering red that drifted into the wind and vanished without a trace. The hillside returned to its peaceful state, and just like that, she was gone.