In the outskirts of Bridgeport City, several miles away, below a mountain in a remote corner, Ian opened a large cave and covered the entrance with a large stone.
For as important a thing as Bloodline Awakening, he wasn't going to take any risks. It was better to be alone away from disturbance.
"This should be enough."
After looking at the dimly lit cave with enough space around, Ian was satisfied.
Once he was ready, he took out a futon from his ring, placed it at the center of the cave, and sat cross-legged.
[Do you want to use your chance?]
With his thoughts, the same prompt appeared again.
"Yes!"
As soon as Ian agreed, suddenly, he felt his body getting visibly lighter and lighter.
No, it was simply disintegrating into a mass of blood and flesh and was strangely disappearing into the void as if it were sucked into a weird dimension.
