"As far as we know, that's the only knowledge we acquired from the Beast realm. We do not get to have more inside information in the Warbeast's continent because of their strict admission."
Kyra cast a questioning glance at Verdant.
"What do you mean?"
"Each of our men we send in the Beast realm will die. They are not killed normally. Warbeasts love their victims to be displayed in public as trophies. They cut their innards apart. Their throats will be ripped off and they have this sick tradition of burying their breath core deep into their victim's insides. And when it was done, they will display the body right outside of the Warbeast's continent. As if trying to send a message they want to wage war with us."
"When we came to check out the situation, that's when those nasty beasts make their bodies explode, as if they are a lump of piggeries they execute in public for fun."
Kyra can't help but raised her brow. She knew how exactly that feels. Is that why they have such bad blood toward Beasts?
Crimson was silently listening as Kyra and the other demons exchanged notes. He already know what are the things to look out to in the Beast realm. Those nasty Level 10 Warbeasts are no joke. Level 5-9 and Level 1-4 are not to be underestimated too.
None of them can be taken lightly. But he wasn't still set free! Who in their right mind would imprison a comrade?! Okay, he won't admit they are working together but still! Aren't they supposed to treat each other like how sensible living beings do without controlling and freezing each other to death?
What is all these supposed to do? Show she's dominant? Crimson did not get to ask Kyra further for her intention as she whip around and marched towards the door. Dragging him with her.
"Now, where the hell are we going?"
"They give me information. In exchange I have to do something to you."
Crimson struggled against the bonds on him. At first try, he could not escape. He did second, third, still nothing. He grunted in frustration. Just imagining what this abusive faery wench can do to him is making his blood run cold.
Fuck!
He hold onto his breath and fight off the feeling of being constrained. His blood surged in his heart. The muscles and veins contract and pump together to synchronize his sudden burst of strength.
Crimson's eyes suddenly reddened in alarmed. The urge to scream was at his throat. He wheezed for a second and an ear splitting roar erupted in the whole room.
Crimson's power used to control blood of every living beings. He can also erase traces of magic from the area, leaving massacres without anyone knowing he was responsible for it. But what did the Tower do to him that improve his power tremendously.
The answer was obvious.
Before they even know it, Crimson managed to melt his human form and became a liquidized state. He wiggled and spun, he was like a lump of floating red liquid in the air. Each drop is scalding hot. When he finally break free from Kyra's bondage, he saw something in his muddled state.
It was pumping. There's a lot of pumping sounds in his surrounding. He glanced around and suddenly understood it was the hearts of demons around him.
What's the meaning of this? He can see hearts now? He was confused. And then that familiar voice call out to him again.
"Summon them."
Crimson's blood begin to pump. He does not understand behind the meaning of the command but he wasn't a fool to question the voice. Kyra blindly followed it like a brainless puppet.
And Kyra is super strong because of this voice. Of course he want that strength too. He half raised his hand and surge all the pumping blood towards him. He wanted to attract all the pumping sounds to him.
After three seconds, all of them did not fail him. When Crimson finally opened his eyes, it was like a new gate was opened to him. The pumping hearts awakened with him, move with him, synchonize with him, it was like he was the evil brain and every living being in the demon realm respond to his voice.
He was standing at the center of the map room, staring at Kyra with wide eyes. His breath is hitched on his chest. His heart beat quickening by the minute. His eyes were bloodshot. Around him, Verdant, Violet, the Shadow demon are standing behind Crimson like a statue.
Their eyes are empty and lifeless. Beyond the door, Crimson can hear the heavy stumping of feet. There are hundreds, thousands. His gaze fell to the window and he finally realize.
It wasn't only soldiers and everyone in the demon palace that is affected! It was every demon! His eyes could not see beyond the dark storm horizon but his senses can expand to million miles away.
He can see the silhouttes of demons, he can feel their blood cells at his command. If he wanted one demon to die, he will die. If he wanted one demon to move and kill his companion, that demon will not disobey him.
Crimson could not believe his eyes.
"Blood Monarch." he suddenly heard a voice of an emotionless, worldly detached woman voice at his side.
"Would you prefer to be called Blood Monarch?"
Crimson scrunched up his brows and did not answer. He did not want to be called another cliché title and just asked.
"What happened?"
Kyra only shrug and continued to proceed to the door. Crimson followed her.
"This is all you, don't worry. The only thing I did is to force you tapping the Tower's power to open the seal on your body." Kyra gave Crimson a sideways glance.
"I don't know if you heard the voice but I will say it again. 'You two are tasked to gather the remaining six keys to open the Tower of Erase.