Blood poured across the floor, spreading into a crimson pool as the familiar stench of blood gradually filled the air.
It was a smell Ethan had encountered countless times in Old Ashvarn.
He'd thought he wouldn't have to experience it again for a while, at least.
Yet here it was, far sooner than he'd ever expected.
Verso had killed a middle-aged woman and her child, who could barely have been ten years old, with a single strike.
Without blinking.
Without hesitation.
Without the slightest concern.
"Ah! Fuck!! Look at all this wasted blood! I should've killed them more carefully so I could preserve as much of it as possible…"
While Ethan stood there in shock, Verso began complaining about the blood going to waste, doing his best to salvage as much of it as he could.
The way he drank blood was anything but ordinary.
He simply stood before the corpses, his eyes beginning to glow a deeper, darker crimson than usual.
His curse mark burned.
And without warning…
