Sam was trapped in a web of perplexity. Could it be that earlier today, an assailant had tried to strike him down with a cryptic, esoteric power, thwarted only by the enigmatic blood symbol, hence causing it to vanish?
Such a scenario seemed implausible. If someone possessed such profound abilities, capable of obliterating the blood symbol without Sam's awareness, they would have to be at least of the Xiantian stage.
However, individuals of such caliber could end his life with but a casual gesture and those prominent figures were beyond the reach of Max or the Tenth Prince.
Sam found himself at a loss, unable to fathom the unfolding events. Eventually, he opted to stow away the pliant armor and retire for the night.
That evening, perhaps due to the excessive depletion of his soul force and true essence, Sam slumbered with unparalleled tranquility.
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