"My body changed," Asmon said. "I became a Blood Race—a pure one. Along with the transformation, an immense amount of knowledge was forcibly injected into my mind."
He paused, his expression unreadable as he finished his story.
Luis nodded thoughtfully, his gaze steady. "A compelling story,"
"Now, tell me—will you swear your allegiance and serve under my command?"
As Luis spoke, a sudden change happened in the room. Thick roots burst from the Vortex behind him, weaving and twisting as they spread, their presence engulfing the whole room.
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The bleak autumn wind swept through Silvermoon City, lifting a cloud of dust that shrouded the streets and gave the city an even gloomier appearance.
This once-vibrant garden city, recently alive with festive cheer, had been plunged into an oppressive silence overnight.
