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Name: Ethan Smith Junior (###)
Race: Blood Primogenitor (Sealed: Crimson Vampire)
Willpower: Almost Unlimited (∝)
Mana: 6000 (3000 for each affinity)
Current Form: [Crimson Vampire]
•Martial Arts: Davorhin (High)
•Weapon Skills: Hammer Arts (High), Spear Arts (High), Chain Arts (High), Sword Arts (High)
•Psychic (Advanced)=High Proficiency
•Earth (Advanced)=High Proficiency
•Angitia (Psyche-Eye Serpent): Psychic
•Galeno (Heavenly Tortoise): Earth
•Blood Magic (???) =High Proficiency
•Master of Auras (Very High)
•Weapons' Constitution (???)
•Elemental Weaponry (Unranked)
•Trevor Barnes (Blood Primogenitor)
•Harley Avluv (Human)
•Lamair Griswold (Mixed Human)
•Emily Daniels (Vampire Progenitor)
•Tia (Chain of Wills)
•Lisa Tennyson (High Human)
•Andriel Guilde (Moon Elf)
•Carmen Steil (Black Cat-Feline)
•Reginald Ignifax (???)
•Jerry Friel (Vampire Progenitor-Mutated)
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Requirements For Next Evolution Update!
2. Sanguine Ascendance
The Blood Primogenitor's body undergoes further transformation, fortifying its regenerative abilities and granting dominance over many vampires. This level unlocks the ability to manifest the Blood Mantle, a protective aura of pure blood magic.
- Consume the essence (blood and soul) of three Advanced level vampires or equivalent.
- Survive for 12 hours without feeding, resisting the maddening thirst.
- Slay a supernatural being (e.g., werewolf or demon) using only blood-based abilities.
"Huh?" Ethan murmured, his crimson eyes flickering open as a faint frown crossed his face.
"What's wrong, babe?" Harley asked softly, her voice tinged with concern as she leaned closer. Her golden staff rested beside her, faintly glowing from the recent healing. "Are you not feeling well? Did something go wrong?"
Ethan shook his head slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'm fine," he assured her. His tone was calm but laced with curiosity. "I can't get sick—at least, not normally."
His gaze softened as he glanced at her, then sat up from her lap, brushing away stray strands of golden hair from her face. "I'll contact the others now," he added, his voice more resolute.
Closing his eyes, a faint shimmer appeared on his forehead—a small silvery-blue dot laced with streaks of gold, pulsating softly as he connected to his subordinates. The energy felt more vibrant, more potent than before. He couldn't ignore the surge of vitality coursing through him.
For some reason, Harley's healing seemed different this time. It didn't just restore his stamina—it bolstered it, filling him with strength and clarity, unlike anything he'd experienced before. Unlike in the past, her magic didn't weigh on him or disrupt his balance. Instead, it harmonized with his being, leaving him feeling stronger, sharper, and undeniably energized.
Ethan's lips curled into a small smirk as he opened his eyes, the golden streaks in his crimson irises glowing faintly. "You've outdone yourself this time, Harley," he muttered under his breath, the realization settling in. Whatever had changed, it wasn't just her affinity—it was him too.
Trevor led his team across an otherworldly plain where short blue grass rippled underfoot like waves in a dream, and the trees shimmered, their hues shifting fluidly every few seconds—from vibrant orange to deep violet, then a serene green. He strode confidently, clad in his academy tracksuit. Resting on his shoulder was his obsidian scythe, its blade ominously dripping with dark blood that evaporated into a black mist before touching the ground.
His white hair, luminous against the dimly lit plain, swayed gently in rhythm with his measured steps. His crimson eyes glowed faintly, sharp and unyielding, like a predator scanning for unseen threats in the shadows. Every so often, his ears twitched with uncanny precision, attuned to the faintest disturbances in the still air, his heightened perception stretched to its utmost.
Behind him, his team followed, their gazes betraying unease. Most of them kept their distance, their fear barely concealed as they glanced at the scythe or at Trevor himself, whose commanding presence felt overwhelming. Yet, among them, the vampires wore expressions of unrestrained reverence. Their scarlet eyes gleamed with awe, and more than a few of them licked their lips, unable to suppress the worshipful hunger stirred by his commanding aura.
The faint sound of the team's boots crunching on the grass was the only thing that broke the silence. Yet, even amidst the quiet, Trevor's presence loomed like a storm waiting to be unleashed, his every step a reminder of his power and their vulnerability.
Trevor halted abruptly, his scythe dipping slightly as a ripple of energy buzzed faintly at the edge of his mind. His crimson eyes flicked upward toward the ever-changing hues of the trees as if searching for the source of the familiar sensation.
The link flared to life, faintly shimmering in his consciousness. Silvery-blue threads laced with gold tethered him to Ethan, the bond sparking like static in the back of his mind.
A wry smile tugged at Trevor's lips, and his grip on the scythe shifted slightly. The air around him seemed to grow lighter, though his team's unease remained palpable. The vampires still trailed behind him, reverent and watchful, their gazes darting between him and the scenery.
He let the link settle fully, the warmth of Ethan's presence threading through his thoughts like a gentle hum, and continued walking without a word, his pace unchanging.
The sound of crashing waves filled the air as Emily strolled along the rocky shoreline, her long brown hair swaying gently in the ocean breeze. Salt spray misted her skin, and the distant cries of seabirds echoed in rhythm with the relentless roar of the sea. Her red eyes glinted like rubies, scanning the horizon as her team worked in pairs to secure their gear against the unpredictable tides.
A pulse rippled through her thoughts, subtle yet unmistakable. Silvery-blue threads wove into her consciousness, warm and steady, like a soft tide lapping at the shore. Emily paused mid-step, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she felt the connection settle.
"Always dramatic, aren't you?" she murmured, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. Her smile lingered, a quiet acknowledgment of the bond that now linked her to Ethan.
The flickering light of the campfire reflected in Lisa's golden eyes as she leaned against a jagged stalagmite, her dark hair swaying slightly in the breeze. She gazed at her team with quiet ease, her lips curved into a soft smile. The laughter and chatter around the cavern warmed the cool, stony air, but her thoughts lingered elsewhere.
Then it came—the pulse of a connection she knew intimately. Silvery-blue threads wove seamlessly into her consciousness, their touch familiar and reassuring. Lisa's smile deepened, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as the bond settled, wrapping around her like a quiet embrace.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes glimmering with a mix of affection and anticipation. "Always watching out for me, aren't you?" she whispered under her breath.
Clara crouched low in the tall grass of the clearing, her silvery blonde hair catching the moonlight as she surveyed the perimeter. Her blue eyes glimmered with sharp focus, and her team scattered strategically around her, blending into the shadows. The night air was cool and carried the faint scent of wildflowers.
The sudden pulse of the link brought a gentle warmth that bloomed in her mind. Silvery-blue threads laced into her consciousness, weaving a connection that was as familiar as it was grounding. A soft smile touched her lips, her expression softening in the moonlight.
"Still keeping tabs, aren't you?" she thought, her heartwarming at the subtle reminder of Ethan's presence. Clara straightened, brushing a strand of her silvery hair behind her ear, her movements unhurried yet purposeful as she acknowledged the bond.
Moonlight filtered through the dense jungle canopy as Andriel knelt near the flowing stream, her silver braided hair glistening faintly under the night sky. Her violet eyes scanned the surrounding jungle, their sharp gaze softened by the serenity of the moment. Her team moved quietly in the background; their steps muffled by the thick moss beneath their feet.
The pulse of the link came gently as a whisper carried on the breeze. Silvery-blue threads wove effortlessly into her thoughts, and Andriel closed her eyes briefly, letting the bond settle.
Her lips curved into a faint smile, her fingers brushing over the hilt of her dagger. "You never fail to find me, do you?" she thought with quiet fondness. Rising gracefully, her violet eyes gleamed with renewed focus as she glanced at her team, the bond grounding her in more ways than one.
Reginald planted his Warhammer into the rocky ground, leaning on it slightly as his team adjusted their formation. The narrow pass they guarded offered little in the way of cover, but they made do, their shields gleaming faintly under the starlight.
A familiar presence brushed against Reginald's mind, the silvery-blue link threading its way into his thoughts with practiced ease. He closed his eyes briefly, letting the warmth of the bond settle before straightening with a quiet grunt.
The weight of the hammer felt a little lighter as the connection steadied him, a subtle but unspoken reassurance that carried through the link.
Sixtie stood atop a large boulder, the wind tugging at her green hair as she surveyed the vast canyon below. Her team moved cautiously, setting up camp near the edge of a cliff, their eyes darting nervously toward the shadows that seemed to stretch unnaturally in the fading light.
She clenched her fists, her gaze sharp and calculating. The sudden pulse of the link caught her off guard, the silvery-blue threads winding into her mind with a gentle yet commanding presence. Sixtie's lips curled into a faint smirk as the connection settled.
"Figures," she muttered to herself, stepping down from the boulder. The tension in her shoulders eased as the bond anchored her thoughts.