Chapter Two-Hundred-and-Thirty-Seven
Adam landed on his feet inside his half of the challenge arena.
On the other half, standing atop fire given physical form, was Sarah, wearing the blood mage choker, blood fist and blood bolt rings, crimson shirt, deep-red pants, and on her hands were the Blood Mage sigils.
What the fuck happened to her?
She still had the Spellcaster staff with the same evolution as Adam had seen her use last time, but it was clearly no longer her main weapon.
From the sigils on her hands, Adam could tell she’d gone with the Red Priest evolution, which allowed her to understand the blood of anyone she put into herself. It had been the other option next to Red Prince after the Flesh Sculptor evolution.
Sarah still ostensibly worshipped Morrligt, given how her part of the arena was all made of fire and her audience were various flame-based entities. There were some creatures that looked humanoid apart from their heads, which depicted exploding stars or just balls of coloured fire. Alongside the flame creatures were also beings made of pure energy, and contained wind phenomena given shape. Adam recalled the Absolute being described as the ‘Lord of Solar Flares and Flensing Wind’ within the Forbidden Altar, and the audience seemed to embody that, more or less.
This time, the Tome Keeper did not show up on Adam’s half of the arena, and the special booth was also missing. He’d likely only appeared out of curiosity last time.
“You’ll pay for killing Melissa!” Sarah screamed at him, lifting her hands and immediately pulling the blood out of her rings and crimson shirt. She’d clearly prepared the shirt with blood ahead of time.
She’s been waiting for me…