Attached Blood Cell Shadow Deposition, Leukocyte Synapse, Blood Plasma Mucus Concentration, and the mystical components of death and the Power of the Evil God constantly striving to permeate and warp the material they come into contact with reveal themselves in this lively blood.
"This is entirely my blood, in a state of full active eruption, an even more perfect state." On a microscopic level, Lyle's path as a Rule Breaker was unfolding, and now, this blood acted like a ladder extended from a higher plane, taking the process a step further.
Lyle was growing, but why was his own blood in Loshutar's blood artifact?
"Serio..."
In the dim space, bubbles began to appear, each like an eye, with Lyle's reflection emerging within them. A current of air or a tide swept the bubbles to the throne, where they settled into a white figure.
Sitting on the ill-suited throne made him appear even more frail, his gentle smile healing to the heart, the edges of his white robe stained with blood.
