Holding a translucent and sparkling sphere in his hand, the leader of the Fiends seemed rather young.

A drop of green blood was slowly swirling within the sphere.

He looked at it from time to time to sense it with his bloodline power.

The drop of green blood emanated a misty green aura as it swirled on and on.

Then, he looked down and laid his eyes on the lake that had already become clear. In their own language, he said, “The grand patriarch’s remains are at the ...