"Hahahahahahaha..."
From the cave where Sanguine, the blood spear that once aided the Blood Spear King, was imprisoned, chilling laughter came out, freezing the air and causing the seven Pseudo-Primordial Beasts, who were tasked by Emmet, the overlord of the Little Maiden Garden, to tremble.
"Soon... Soon, all of you will become mine to devour."
Sanguine's tone sent shivers down their spines, but since they were tasked with keeping the seal in place until at least the next blood moon, which was three days away, they couldn't afford to slack off.
They remained standing, their hands pointed at the formation.
They kept pouring their energy into it, making sure it stayed active until the blood moon.
"Futile... All your resistance will be futile before my master, you worms. Once my master gets here, all of you will face his wrath, and trust me, none of you are prepared for what is coming."
The seven Pseudo-Primordials didn't mind him and just continued to man their posts.
