Cain's raised hand trembled in the air, not from fear, but from something he had just sensed.
The killing intent that had burned so fiercely in his eyes slowly cooled as he narrowed his gaze at Elder Fang. Instead of striking, he let his blood mana sink inward, spreading through his senses like an invisible net.
He pushed a thin stream of mana outward, brushing lightly against the old man's aura.
And then he felt it.
A thread.
A faint yet undeniable thread of blood energy that did not belong solely to Elder Fang.
It stretched from him… to Faith.
Cain's eyes widened slightly.
What is this?
He focused harder, allowing his awareness to sharpen. The thread became clearer, forming a mist like connection between Elder Fang and Faith. It was not thick like a master servant bond. It was not binding like the marriage pact between him and Faith.
It was different.
Cain murmured in his mind, analyzing it quickly.
This old man formed a blood contract with Faith.
