It didn't take long for the Originats to arrive at their target.
Below them sprawled a massive ancient ruin, similar in scale to the one their sect had claimed, but this one was encased in a shimmering crimson barrier that pulsed like a living heart.
The blood barriers were woven from intricate arrays—dense, layered formations of crimson essence that shimmered with defensive runes, drawing power from the very blood of the Crimson Fang Sect's disciples inside.
The air around the structure carried the thick, metallic scent of iron and old slaughter, the ground beneath stained dark from centuries of ritual offerings.
Looking at this, the group all let out a collective laugh—low, confident, the kind that carried the weight of inevitability.
"Now that I think about it… these guys are known for their blood usage," Nia chuckled, her rose-pink flames licking higher along her arms as she cracked her knuckles.
