(God's POV)

The palace hospital was in instant chaos. Nurses rushed into the emergency room clutching bags of plasma, only to retreat one by one, their faces pale.

With every cross-match attempt, Ava’s blood would instantly devour the foreign blood, coagulating it into black clots.

The doctor shook his head in despair. "It's no use. None of them work. These bloodlines are too weak. They can't fuse with hers at all."

Time ticked away, each second feeling like a blade ...