Chapter 67: “A Necklace and a Whip”
Chapter 67: “A Necklace and a Whip”
...The blood-colored sky above the training plains of the night trial pulsed, the stars dimming as a sudden timer hovered into Oliver’s vision, bright and urgent.
[Time Remaining: 10 minutes before forced extraction from Night Trial.]
His eyes widened. Shit.
He had done it.
The surge of bloodline power within him told the story.
His bones had been reinforced, his blood felt denser, his body lighter, sharper, faster. He had truly broken through—Blood Warrior Rank 1.
And that was the problem.
In the waking world, revealing such a leap would paint a giant target on his back. The moment Roderick or Cassian noticed that his strength didn’t match his station as earlier appraised before the training, they’d investigate it immediately. And if they did that, they would definitely find that he had demon blood in him.
In the Somara empire, that was asking for death.
Everyone would say that he was like those demon worshippers.
Worse, he was a slave. And was nowhere strong enough to defend himself, even if he got rid of the slave sigil using the Nightmare Sigil.