DARK_KING75

Centuries ago, the Bloodmoon Clan reigned as protectors of balance — feared for their unmatched power and cursed bloodline. But power breeds enemies. Betrayed by those they once defended, the clan was wiped out in a single night… or so the world believed.

Now, in the year 3000, war looms again. Kingdoms rise and fall, hunting the last echo of Bloodmoon’s power — a hidden heir with a blade forged in ancient blood. Hunted by kings, haunted by his past, and unsure of his destiny, one boy must awaken the blood within… or watch the world burn without him.

But the Bloodmoon does not rise without a cost.
And this time… it won’t set without vengeance.

BLOOD MOON : THE LAST LINEAGE

Chapter 10 – One Soul, Two Shadows

Corven knelt beside Patrick, silent, eyes half-open but glowing faintly red. His transformation was complete. The mark of the Blood Ritual pulsed at his neck — a twisted brand in the shape of a crescent and fang.

Patrick took a breath, wiping sweat from his brow. The ritual had drained him more than expected. Still… two remained.

The other two soldiers — bound and unconscious — lay on opposite ends of the open yard. Patrick stepped toward the second, the one who had resisted the most during their earlier fight. He didn't know his name. He didn't need to.

He redrew the glowing blood circle — this one slightly different, shaped with sharper lines and inward spirals. He had learned from the first ritual. This time, he wanted to try something new.

> "Let's see if I can give you speed," he muttered.

Instead of the Blood Sword, Patrick summoned Blood Flame, a flickering fire in his hand that hissed like burning blood. He hurled it into the circle, then cut his palm and let his blood fall directly onto the man's chest.

The reaction was almost immediate.

The circle roared. Red lightning cracked the air. The soldier thrashed violently as if fighting it even in his unconscious state. The mark etched itself onto his skin, but unlike Corven, his eyes shot open mid-process. He screamed — and then suddenly stopped.

Patrick took a step back, eyes narrowed.

The man sat up slowly. His veins shimmered red under his skin. His breath was shaky.

> "Can… feel…" he muttered. Then he disappeared.

In a blink, he reappeared behind Patrick. The speed was insane — too fast, too sharp. Patrick barely turned in time before the man collapsed.

He had passed out. But the test was successful.

Patrick exhaled. "This one will be… interesting."

Then came the final one — the leader. Patrick hesitated.

The memory of the injection — the unknown substance — flashed in his mind. The man had been the most dangerous. Even unconscious, he twitched now and then, like something inside him fought to stay awake.

Patrick eyed him warily. He began to redraw the ritual, slower this time, more careful.

> "If something goes wrong," Patrick muttered, glancing at Corven and the second puppet, "I'll put you down myself."

One soul,Two shadows