Its mind seemed to race, as though calculating an escape from this torment before speaking again.
"As we can all see, they are not yet of age," it said coldly.
"But we cannot afford to wait a thousand years—or even a century less—for the new reincarnations of the gods' totem fathers."
It raised its staff slightly.
"Therefore, I propose five years. That is enough."
"I accept,"
The man with the golden crown replied after a brief pause.
"Wait,"
The muscular man interjected. "Won't they be killed before then?"
"No,"
The skeletal figure answered sharply. "Unless someone wants me to unveil the True Blood Seeker, no being born of twilight shall perish."
It slammed its silver blood staff against the ground.
The entire hall trembled as an ominous presence washed over everyone. [Previous chapter before]
During the following days, my experiments went from simple errors to countless failures. It felt like I was tackling everything from the wrong angle.
