Time backtracks a slight bit.
The northern provinces.
Underneath the snowy mountains, within a certain grotto.
One hundred occupational corpses scattered around, oozing fresh blood continuously.
Beryl herself lies within a massive blood-red crystal. The power of these pulsating veins is incessantly seeping into her body, performing a bloodline substitution.
This is the ascension ritual for the fifth stage of the path of the undead - [King of the Undead]!
Transplanting the bloodline of highly-ranked spiritual beings and appeasing the divine with the death of many professionals!
Within the dense environment of 'death', Beryl murmured to herself:
