New Blood

In the darkness, a faint beam of light fell down. Pure light illuminated the iron altar and the old stone cauldron on it. It seemed to have been weathered by thousands of years and was extremely old. Covered with cracks, one could not tell its original appearance. Subtle crimson sloshed inside. The cauldron was filled with blood, filled with a beautiful bloody color.

It was the Holy Cauldron. This was the heart of the human world, the only natural catastrophe at the same level as Hyakume, but it did not seem as powerful or majestic as one would imagine. It was just a simple stone cauldron.

And in the blood color inside the cauldron, there were ten mysterious badges. Six glowed gently. The other four were dark and did not feel tangible.

The old keeper studied the badges and sighed with his head lowered.

Footsteps sounded in the distance, breaking the silence. Someone crossed through the broken pieces of the aether world to here.