**Chapter 1: Quick escape**
Screams and wails echoed through the night, the village wast stacked by The Golden Order, a relentless force of righteousness, descended upon them like a storm, branding their blood and shadow cultivation techniques as demonic. The air was thick with the scent of blood and fear, Lucas stirred awake, heart pounding, as the chaos outside intruded upon his dreams.
"What the hell is going on?" he gasped, adrenaline coursing through his veins. A cacophony of he had activated he's blood world traversal as violence erupted outside, punctuated by the sickening splat of flesh meeting steel. The sound was grotesque, and before he could process the horror, he felt a tug, a violent pull, and in an instant, the world around him dissolved into crimson mist.
He reappeared in his little sister Audrey's room, her wide eyes reflecting the terror that mirrored his own. "Lucas?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath above the chaos outside.
"Shhh, we're leaving!" he urged, urgency lacing his words as he grabbed her hand. With a swift flick of his wrist, he invoked his blood teleportation technique, the air shimmering as they were whisked away to a blood-red replica of their home—a bloody replica of the home they lived in .
Seconds later, they materialized in their backyard, the familiar sight now tainted by the echoes of horror surrounding them. Lucas's heart raced as he took in the chaos of the village. They lived on the edge, isolated from the heart of the turmoil, He hadn't searched for he's siblings for he recalled that their parents and elder siblings were away on tasks.
"Audrey, wait here. I'll be right back," he instructed, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hands. She nodded, fear etched on her face, but Lucas had no time to reassure her. He dashed back inside, knowing he would not return to the village unless he received a summoning trough the bloodline signified their elders' triumph.
Inside, the remnants of their home felt suffocating. The cupboards were nearly bare, and Lucas's heart sank as he saw their meager supplies. Only a few weeks worth of food remained. "Dammit!" he cursed silently, snatching what little he could carry. He also gathered the family's ancient techniques, scrolls that whispered of power and legacy, knowing Audrey would need them.
As he turned to leave, the walls seemed to shudder, shadows flickering in the corners of his vision. The village felt alive with malevolence, and Lucas could almost hear the whispers of the fallen elders warning him of the darkness that lurked beyond their sanctuary. He sprinted back to Audrey, urgency propelling him forward.
"Let's get moving," he said, his voice a low growl as he took her hand once more. With a surge of will, he teleported them to the entrance of the forest—a dark, sprawling expanse that loomed like a hungry beast.
Lucas could feel the weight of the blood path his family had followed pressing down on him, a curse and a blessing intertwined. With he's little essence he could only teleport so far, and fear gnawed at him.
"Lucas, what's happening?" Audrey's voice broke through his thoughts, tremulous yet fierce.
"They're hunting us," he replied, his gaze fixed on the twisted trees ahead. "We need to find shelter. The elders… they must have fallen." The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy with the truth of their situation.
As they stepped into the forest, darkness enveloped them, the screams of their village fading into a haunting echo. The path ahead was fraught with danger, every rustle in