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 13: Wrath of the Undying King

In the heart of the sealed Blood Gate, soaked in ash, blood, and broken pride, the jungle was still. Bodies of corrupted beasts and shattered weapons lay scattered like fallen leaves. The air was thick — not just with blood, but with fear.

Aero, once barely standing, now lay crumpled and unconscious, blood pooling beneath him.

Rei, the only one who fought beside him, had been beaten to near death — face swollen, limbs limp, his breathing shallow.

A soft hum, like a whisper from the void. A glimmer of red light spiraled upward from Aero's ring.

Not as a phantom. Not as a ghost. But as a king returning from slumber.

His long red hair drifted like flames in the airless void. His black robes bore the insignia of the lost clan — Blood Moon's Crest, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Eyes — blood-red, ancient, calm — surveyed the scene.

The five remaining warriors — proud, brutal mercenaries who had mocked Aero, beaten Rei, and spit on the bloodline of kings.

One of them, smirking and unaware, stepped forward. "Who the hell are yo—"

In a flash, the man's head twisted 180 degrees with a sickening crack. The body stood for a second longer before collapsing like meat.

The others screamed, drawing weapons.

Alan raised his hand — not with rage, but divine judgment. Crimson symbols spiraled beneath his feet, forming an ancient sigil of the Blood Moon.

> "By the rite of crimson judgment…"

"I call upon the Law of Absolute Return…"

"All pain you caused… will return… a hundredfold."

From beneath, blood-red chains shot upward like spears, impaling one through the leg, another through the chest. Screams tore the silence, but Alan's eyes were still.

The fleeing man's blood froze midstream — literally. His veins turned to stone. He dropped, eyes wide with terror, as red crystals grew from inside him until he shattered like glass.

A second fighter — the one who had mocked Aero most — screamed and launched an energy spear. A direct hit to Alan's chest.

The spear passed through a red afterimage.

A hand pierced through his back and gripped his heart. Alan leaned in close.

Crimson Flame surged through the man's body. He turned to ash from the inside out, leaving nothing behind but scattered embers.

"I'll serve you! Please—I swear loyalty!"

> "A king needs loyalty built on truth, not terror."

He raised his hand — and the man exploded into a mist of blood.

Alan walked through the ruin, his bare feet leaving bloody prints behind. He knelt beside Rei, touched his chest, and sent a pulse of energy into him.

He turned to Aero. The boy was unconscious, but twitching — fighting even in dreams.

Alan placed two fingers on Aero's forehead.

> "Not yet, Aero. But soon. You'll understand why your blood is fire."

From above, the Blood Gate's skies turned red. The heart of the dungeon — a massive beast waiting behind the final seal — began to stir.

Alan looked up at the heavens. "They sent this gate to test him."

Wrath of the undying king