A dark and empty gallery deep within the Beast Venom Temple.
Two god shamans were engaged in a quiet discussion as they walked.
"Did you know? The iron man was moved to the blood pool this morning under the elder god priest’s special order."
"That’s good, I hope he regains his consciousness soon. It’s a waste for someone as tough as iron man to become a blood sacrificial warrior."
"I agree, but who knows when he’s going to wake up. It’s extremely strange that he has obvious responses towards external stimuli but simply doesn’t wake up. To think he was just going to be used as an expendable, but now nobody wants him to die. One hundred and eight types of fresh blood. The previous record was only sixty-two types!"
