As Damien's body slowly healed on the 400th step, the blood that had pooled on the floor began behaving strangely.
It didn't freeze over in the cold. Instead, it wriggled around on the floor like it was alive. Slowly, it seeped into the cracks between the bricks in the floor and snaked through the ground, splitting into various strands and arriving under the floating torches lining the steps.
Whether it be the 400 torches that were already lit, or the 100 that had yet to be, they all had a drop of blood hovering below them.
Soon enough, Damien finished healing his torso as well and looked around. But by that time, the blood had already merged with the torches and disappeared.
'Hmm…' He frowned inwardly. He'd be an idiot not to notice that the pool of blood below his feet was gone, but he couldn't tell where it went. Even his All-Seeing Eyes could only feel that something dangerous had happened.
'I have to stay on my guard.'
