Alex returned back to Aethersage the next morning, excited to hear about the Godkiller's tomb. He had heard so much about it from everyone, including Bai Jingshen, who had made it abundantly clear that it was the place he had to go to at least once in his life.
With the chances being that he was the man that Godkiller waited for, he had to go there. The tomb held something for him if everything he heard from Bai Jingshen was true.
Aethersage sighed upon seeing Alex. "Brother Dawnblade, you did not warn me how futile most of my effort was going to be with this blood," he said. "I've been trying the entire night and I'm barely getting anywhere at all."
Alex sat down before the man, looking down at the cauldron half filled with blood. Immediately, his eyes widened. The aura in the cauldron had begun getting both weaker and denser.
