As Blake's eyes began to glow with an intense red light, tears welled up and streamed down his face. But these were not ordinary tears; they were crimson, glistening with the hue of blood. Each tear that trickled down his cheeks left a trail of scarlet in its wake, a haunting testament to the turmoil raging within him.
His body trembled with an odd intensity , his chest heaving with each ragged breath. The red tears continued to flow unabated, staining his cheeks and dripping onto the cold stone floor below. It was a sight both mesmerizing and harrowing, as if the very essence of his anguish had manifested in the form of blood.
Nana, lost in her own grief, remained oblivious to Blake's transformation. Her sobs echoed through the cavern, a mournful chorus that reverberated off the walls. She was consumed by her sorrow, unaware of the miraculous spectacle unfolding before her.
