Chapter 237: Wrath (5)
With a shout from the woman who appeared to be their leader, more than ten of the attackers charged toward me from all sides.
Strangely enough, every one of them was a woman.
That already made me suspicious—but then I saw their weapons: long, razor-sharp claws or daggers clenched in both hands.
‘Wait a second... this is...’
A memory popped into my head—something my grandfather once said to me. The way these women moved felt eerily familiar.
“Now that the Blood Cult has begun to stir again—and they’re clearly after something—you need to learn how to deal with them.”
“Yes, Grandfather.”
“They usually use claw techniques and short daggers. Do you know why that is?”
“Ah! To draw blood, right? I remember from the last ambush—they keep attacking even as they drink the blood from their victims.”
Thinking back to the group that invaded to retrieve the Blood-Water Venom Claw, it made sense why they favored claws and daggers.
They got in close, inflicted wounds, and then either drank the blood or kept it flowing. Fighting while feeding let them heal endlessly, while their victims only grew weaker.
“That’s right. The key to fighting them is not getting injured. If they draw blood, they’ll drain you until you lose consciousness—or worse. They absorb blood to heal themselves, too.”