Ancestral Lineage

As the battlefield drowned in carnage, a sudden shift in the air sent a ripple through the chaos. The eerie wails of the undead and the deafening roars of Trevor's blood beast were suddenly met with a violent tremor.

Then—

BOOM!

The ground ruptured, splitting apart as grotesque figures clawed their way out of the depths, their massive bodies shaking off chunks of earth and stone.

They were unlike anything the battlefield had seen before.

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Towering at over fifty feet, their forms were a horrific blend of unnatural mutations—some had multiple heads, each snarling with jagged fangs dripping with corrosive saliva. Others bore extra limbs, their claws extending like jagged spears. Some were serpentine, their elongated bodies writhing as they slithered forward, leaving trails of sizzling black liquid in their wake.

Their bodies pulsed like living veins, their blood-red flesh stretching and contorting unnaturally. Eyes of varying sizes dotted their grotesque forms, glowing a sickly crimson, each radiating an aura of something far more terrifying than mindless bloodlust.

They weren't ordinary Blood Beasts.

Trevor's grin faltered for the first time as he observed them.

Unlike the blood constructs he summoned, these creatures did not belong to him.

For the first time since he had ascended as the Primogenitor of Blood, he felt it—

A rejection.

The blood in the air, the ground, and the bodies around him no longer bent to his will.

The mutated Blood Beasts roared in unison, and the battlefield trembled beneath their sheer presence.

Then they charged.

A hulking beast, stitched together from countless corpses, its ribs exposed like jagged bone scythes, lunged at Trevor with terrifying speed. Its gaping maw stretched unnaturally wide, revealing multiple rows of fangs, each dripping with corrosive black ichor.

Trevor's blood beast lashed out first, its six tails snapping forward like whips—

SPLURCH!

One of the Blood Beasts bit down, severing one of its tails in a single, sickening crunch.

Trevor's crimson eyes narrowed.

The severed appendage should have instantly reformed. Instead, the blood dissipated into nothingness.

A growl rumbled from deep within his chest. "So that's how it is."

Lamair, who had been standing idly as his undead ravaged the battlefield, finally exhaled, shaking his head. "Well… guess they actually did their homework."

Trevor glanced at him. "You say that like it'll make a difference."

Lamair's smirk widened slightly. "It won't. But it's a bit of a pain. We'll have to be quick."

Trevor flicked his wrist, and his blood beast surged forward once more, clashing with the mutated creatures in a violent struggle. The battlefield descended into chaos once again, but this time, it was different.

The Blades had turned the tide—if only for a moment.

One of the largest Blood Beasts—a monstrous, quadrupedal abomination with six elongated arms, each tipped with claws capable of rending through steel—roared as it lunged at Trevor, moving with terrifying agility despite its size.

Trevor barely flicked his wrist.

SPLATTER!

The beast's head exploded in a violent geyser of blood, its massive form crumbling as its lifeblood rained upon the battlefield.

But before the body could even hit the ground, something even more horrifying happened.

It began to regenerate.

The scattered chunks of flesh crawled back together, writhing grotesquely as they stitched themselves into place. The severed head grew back, its eyes gleaming with renewed hunger.

Trevor's grin widened. "Interesting."

The beast lunged again.

This time, Trevor didn't bother dodging.

His hand shot forward, gripping the creature's entire skull with one hand.

A faint crack echoed in the air.

Then, with effortless strength—

CRUNCH!

Trevor crushed its head like an overripe fruit.

The Blood Beast's body convulsed violently, its regeneration failing to keep up as dark tendrils of blood wrapped around its form—consuming it from the inside out.

The creature let out one final gurgled roar before imploding into a crimson mist.

Trevor rolled his neck, exhaling as if that had been a mild inconvenience. "That's one."

Meanwhile, Lamair stood amidst the oncoming horde of mutated Blood Beasts, his expression bored.

He exhaled as a purple sigil expanded beneath his feet.

"Enough."

The very air shuddered.

A wave of darkness rippled outward, engulfing every Blood Beast within his range.

In an instant—they stopped moving.

Their grotesque forms trembled violently as if some invisible force had shackled them in place. Some clawed at their own flesh, others let out twisted, gurgling wails—but none of them could take another step.

Lamair slowly clenched his fingers.

And with that single motion—

Every single Blood Beast erupted into black flames.

Their bodies disintegrated at once, reduced to nothingness in less than three seconds.

The battlefield, once filled with their monstrous roars, fell silent.

Trevor, still gripping the remains of a struggling beast, turned his gaze toward Lamair. "Did you really have to show off?"

Lamair shrugged, stepping over the ashes of the fallen creatures. "Can't have you having all the fun."

Trevor chuckled, finally crushing the last Blood Beast's throat, letting its corpse drop to the ground in a crumpled heap. "Fair enough."

The two stood amidst the aftermath, completely unscathed.

Far above, still suspended in Trevor's grip, Uriel von Seras Blade was trembling uncontrollably.

He had witnessed everything.

The Blade Clan's trap, one of their strongest secret weapons…

Their trump card…

Had been obliterated in less than three minutes.

The Blood Beasts, meant to be uncontrollable monsters of destruction, had been treated as nothing more than minor obstacles.

This wasn't war.

This wasn't even a battle.

It was annihilation.

Trevor turned his crimson gaze back to Uriel, his grin stretching unnaturally wide. "Now that your little surprise is out of the way…"

Uriel's entire body locked up as he met those burning, inhuman eyes.

Trevor's voice lowered to something far more chilling.

"Shall we get back to what we were doing?"

Uriel couldn't even scream.

Trevor's grip on Uriel loosened just slightly as he turned his head.

"Hold up, baby boy."

Madeleine's voice cut through the battlefield's eerie silence, her tone light—almost casual. But Trevor knew better.

His mother wasn't one for empty words.

"Ma?" He glanced over his shoulder.

Madeleine floated toward them, the storm of war reflected in her violet gaze. Her fur coat billowed behind her, untouched by the blood-soaked wind. Nyxfang pulsed in her grip, its tip still drinking in the lingering energy of the fallen.

"Let me ask him some questions first," she said smoothly, her sharp eyes locked onto Uriel's battered form. "I noticed something."

Trevor blinked. "Uh... okay."

He released Uriel—just enough for him to slump forward onto the bloodstained ground. The chains of blood remained, wrapping tightly around his form like a beast's tightening grasp.

Uriel coughed violently, his body wracked with pain, but Madeleine paid no mind to his suffering. She stepped forward, eyes unblinking.

"What were those abominations made from?"

Her voice, though calm, carried the weight of absolute command.

Uriel sneered despite his wounds. "Like I would te—"

"I don't have time for such unnecessary formalities."

Madeleine tilted her head, her expression unreadable. "It's too cliché."

Uriel's face twisted in frustration, but before he could respond—

SNAP.

A dark purple tendril lashed across his chest, tearing through his armor and searing his flesh.

He choked on a scream.

"You..." he wheezed, trembling.

Madeleine clicked her tongue. "Will you answer now?"

Uriel gritted his teeth.

A part of him still wanted to resist. He had endured countless battles, trained under the greatest warriors, and held onto his unwavering pride as a Blade Clan descendant.

But the moment he looked into Madeleine's cold, unblinking violet eyes—

He understood.

This woman was not giving him a choice.

A shudder ran through his broken body.

"More will come," he rasped, blood dripping from his lips. "Stronger ones. Even these two will falter in their presence."

His gaze flickered toward Trevor and Lamair.

Trevor tilted his head slightly, his grin returning. "Oh? Now that's a fun thought."

Lamair merely rolled his eyes. "Delusions of a dying man."

Madeleine ignored them both, her voice slicing through the conversation like a blade.

"That isn't for you to worry about."

She leaned down, eyes narrowing. "Those abominations were made from the remains of the civilians you guys killed, right?"

Uriel flinched.

His fingers twitched involuntarily. A small reaction. Barely noticeable.

But Madeleine caught it immediately.

A slow, deliberate smile crept onto her lips.

"How...?" Uriel breathed, his voice shaking.

"It seems I was right."

Silence fell.

Then—

A crimson storm erupted.

Trevor's aura flared violently, the sky turning a deeper shade of red.

Lamair's eyes darkened, shadows curling around his form like living tendrils.

But it was Madeleine who moved first.

Her hand shot forward, grabbing Uriel by the jaw with an iron grip.

"Disgusting." Her voice was a whisper. A cold, merciless judgment.

Uriel struggled, but he couldn't break free. His body refused to obey him.

"Do you understand what you've done?" Madeleine's fingers tightened, digging into his skin. "You turned their corpses into weapons. Stole their last shred of dignity. And for what? A war that you were destined to lose?"

Uriel's breath hitched. "They were nothing but sacrifices for the greater—"

CRACK.

Madeleine slammed his head into the ground.

The earth shattered beneath the force, sending cracks spiderwebbing outward.

Trevor whistled. "You got a lot of nerve talking about sacrifices in front of her."

Lamair sighed, shaking his head. "Poor fool doesn't even realize who he's speaking to."

Madeleine straightened, her expression unreadable.

Uriel gasped, struggling to lift his head. Blood poured from a fresh wound across his temple.

"You… You think this changes anything?" His voice trembled, but his defiance still lingered.

Madeleine's eyes flickered with something far darker.

"No," she said quietly.

She turned her spear in her hand, Nyxfang's energy screaming in response.

"But it seals your fate."

Uriel's pupils shrunk.

Madeleine exhaled slowly. "I was going to let Trevor do as he pleased with you. But I changed my mind."

Trevor blinked. "Huh?"

Her violet gaze burned.

"You don't deserve a slow death."

Uriel barely had time to react before Madeleine's spear moved.

One precise, fluid motion.

Nyxfang pierced straight through his chest.

Uriel's breath caught in his throat. His body jerked violently.

The spear pulsed.

His life force was ripped away.

For the first time in his life, Uriel felt true despair.

Madeleine didn't blink. Didn't flinch.

She just watched.

Watched as Uriel's body began to disintegrate, consumed by the very weapon that had devoured thousands before him.

His last breath left his lips—not a scream, not a curse.

Just a quiet, empty gasp.

And then—

Nothing.

Uriel von Seras Blade was no more.

Madeleine pulled her spear free, flicking the blood off its surface. She turned to Trevor, her voice devoid of emotion.

"Let's move."

Trevor grinned, stretching lazily. "Damn, Ma. That was cold."

Lamair smirked. "Took her long enough."

Madeleine didn't respond.

She simply turned her gaze toward the horizon, where the Blade Clan's final stronghold lay in the distance.

The war wasn't over.

And she would not stop until their entire bloodstained legacy was erased.

The hunt continued.