A flash of purple light tore across the air.
A tall figure appeared.
Its body was pitch-black, etched with dark gray patterns. Its eyes were violet—glowing faintly, as if a purple flame lived inside them.
Judging from that earlier shriek…
This was a creature of the Nether—
An Enderman.
And behind it came two more silhouettes.
They were the parents of the pups.
Two fully grown Ender Wolves.
Their fur was dark ash-gray, their eyes the same violet hue. Their talent matched the Enderman's most infamous ability:
Teleportation.
The difference between an Enderman and an Ender Wolf was simple:
Endermen handled the "complicated work" of the Nether—things like building fortresses. You couldn't exactly tell a wolf to lay bricks and carve runes.
Ender Wolves were built for combat and logistics. On the Nether battlefield, Ender Knights were the main force—but Ender Wolves were rarer, and training an Ender Knight demanded brutal discipline.
Because teleportation wasn't something you could "half learn."
Imagine fighting while teleporting—if you and your mount blinked in different directions, you could trigger spatial disorder. Best case, you reappear in your own territory.
Worst case…
You blink straight into a human stronghold and get greeted by blades and magic.
Teleportation wasn't invincible either. If someone's willpower was high enough, they could sense the instant an enemy reappeared and dodge—or strike first.
Still… teleportation was terrifying.
And it almost never appeared in other species. The Enderkin were born with it. "Spatial-attribute awakenings" in other beasts were so rare they might as well not exist.
Now the Ender Wolves saw the den.
They saw the pups—dead on the ground.
A grief-stricken howl ripped out of one wolf's throat.
The other trembled, gaze turning savage.
Those were their children.
The Enderman watched coldly. It didn't attack. It only muttered in a harsh, alien tongue—the Enderkin language.
In truth, they weren't supposed to be here.
They had been pulled from the Nether frontlines by a transmission accident.
The Enderman was a fresh recruit. It had chosen an Ender Wolf that looked strong enough to serve as a mount—but before they could build any true coordination, war alarms rang out.
The frontlines were short-handed. The recruit was drafted immediately.
He hadn't killed a single enemy yet.
And because he and his mount lacked synchronization, their teleportation warped—
spatial disorder threw them into the human world.
Then the mount rebelled.
Worse… it bred with another spatial-awakened Ender Wolf native to this world, producing offspring.
To the Enderman, that was unforgivable.
Enderkin blood was "noble." How could it mix with "low creatures" and produce half-blood pups? It was an insult to the Enderkin's pride.
That was why this scene existed.
And he still wanted the wolves back—wanted them to become his mount again.
Because this was human territory. If humans found him, they'd swarm like ants.
Not to mention…
Endermen could produce Ender Pearls—one-time teleportation consumables containing Enderman energy. Only Endermen could "generate" them. Other Enderkin did not have that capability.
The Ender Wolves howled again—rage drowning grief.
Then they lunged.
Jasper's scouting display flickered with data:
One Ender Wolf: Arcane Tier, Rank 4
The other Ender Wolf: Arcane Tier, Rank 3
The Enderman: Arcane Tier, Rank 5
The Enderman clearly didn't expect rebellion.
It was bitten cleanly in the arm.
Violet blood sprayed.
The Enderman hammered the wolf's skull with its free hand—hard enough to crack bone.
The second wolf slammed in and clamped onto its leg.
A shriek, sharp enough to scrape the soul.
Purple light flashed—
The Enderman teleported behind them and drove a brutal palm strike into the Arcane Tier, Rank 3 mother wolf.
Rank difference was absolute.
The mother wolf was hurled more than ten meters, crashing into earth with a broken whine.
The father wolf saw it and teleported straight above the Enderman's head—landing with its jaws already open.
This teleport cost it everything.
Its battle qi was drained to the last drop.
Now it could only rely on raw muscle and bone, biting down with desperate strength.
The Enderman struggled and tried to teleport again—
But the injured mother wolf launched herself back in, interrupting the blink.
The Enderman screamed—pain and fury twisting together—
Then its body blazed with violent violet light.
A purple magic circle unfolded.
The wolves' strength began to drain away, as if something was sucking the marrow from their bones.
And then—
Violet blood was pulled out of them.
Thread by thread.
Stream by stream.
All of it flowed into the Enderman.
Jasper, hidden in the grass, couldn't stay still anymore.
If this continued, the wolves would die.
And once the Enderman finished feeding…
Jasper would be next.
He burst from cover.
Shadow Assassination ignited.
The Altair Longsword stabbed straight into the Enderman's mouth.
The timing was brutal.
The wolves' blood had already been drained dry.
The Enderman, already heavily wounded, took Jasper's assassination strike—
and its body went limp.
Life vanished.
The surviving Ender Wolf—barely breathing—lifted its head and looked at Jasper.
Gratitude.
But its violet eyes…
had turned white.
The Ender bloodline had been sucked away.
It looked eerie—like a shell that no longer belonged to this world.
Jasper's chest tightened.
He respected these wolves.
They had betrayed their former master for their children.
Then—
Jasper noticed something wrong.
The violet blood in the air wasn't falling.
It hung there, frozen.
The Enderman's circle was gone… so why—
Jasper looked down.
The crimson magic circle from his Blood Contract with Shadefang was still there.
A cold thought struck him.
Don't tell me…
The answer came immediately.
The suspended violet blood surged into Jasper's body.
In an instant, Jasper felt like his own blood had been ripped out. Weakness drowned his limbs. The violet blood raged inside him like a storm.
His meridians went numb, tingling and burning at once.
Jasper gritted his teeth and guided that violet current carefully toward his heart.
There, the color shifted—
violet diluted into a pale purple-tinted crimson.
Bit by bit…
Jasper "purified" it.
When the last trace settled, Jasper opened his eyes.
Skyhawk and Sable hovered nearby, faces tight with worry.
Jasper asked hoarsely, "How long?"
Skyhawk scratched his head, awkward. He clearly had no idea.
Sable answered steadily, "About seven minutes. I checked the surroundings—no humans. Only normal beasts and low-grade monsters."
Jasper rolled his shoulders, stood, and exhaled. "Strip what we can. Materials. We'll need travel funds in the next city—unless you want to sleep in the street."
From morning until now, they'd been on the road more than ten hours. Night was coming fast.
But because the Enderman and Ender Wolves had been drained clean by the bloodline extraction, their remains were almost worthless:
Wolf fur: dry, no warmth
Wolf meat: basically inedible
Wolf fangs: ordinary
Enderman… even worse
Jasper sighed. "Looks like Bluehaze City will still be street-sleeping. I've only got five silver coins left."
At least food wasn't a problem—Jasper had prepared supplies.
They reached a mutated oak tree.
Sable stared up at the branches. "We're… sleeping there? We have to climb?"
Even Skyhawk looked doubtful.
Jasper grabbed both of them by the shoulders, eyes shining with excitement. "No, no, no. Watch this."
A flash of purple light—
And the three of them appeared on a thick branch high above the ground.
Teleportation.
The Enderkin's signature technique.
Blink.