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With the moon high in the sky, illuminating its rays on the bloodstained earth of the Qilin’s pass, amidst a sea of scattered limbs an eerie glow was present. Dozens of loose limbs were all emitting an odd red colored glow, if one looked closely, each and every one of these limbs had strange runes tattooed onto them.
These limbs continued glowing until they began twitching and not before long they began moving on their own accord. If someone with a faint heart had witness this scene then they’d more than likely soil themselves because a pair of severed arms were clawing their way across the ground, while a pair of severed legs were kicking about trying to move across the ground.
As the night went on, the severed limbs, be they arms, legs, fingers, toes, or any other manner of body part, slowly headed toward a patch of blood stained grass that had a rapidly beating heart laying atop of it.
Once the severed limbs managed to reach the rapidly beating, they liquefied and turned into scarlet colored blood. The scarlet colored blood then formed a perfect sphere that not before long began reshaping itself once more.
Blood soaked hands and feet shot out from the inside of the sphere and soon enough the blood sphere had totally been reshaped into the form of a man.
“Ahahahaha, to think I was so scared that I even forgot that I possessed such a technique at my disposal.” The blood soaked man laughed as he his eyes scanned the surrounding area.
“I guess delivering that bastard so many sacrifices paid off after all. Sadly, it only works once...” The blood soaked man said as he wrestled a robe off of a corpse that was laying on the ground. After wrapping himself with the robe the blood soaked man began making his way through the pass.
Along the way he would occasionally look down at a few of the many corpses that were lying about and an expression of grief and rage began to appear on his face. It could be said that this man was glad to bad alive, however more than often it’s the people who don’t die that are the ones that suffer the most.
As the number of familiar faces kept adding up the expression of grief slowly faded from the man’s face and left only but pure rage.
However, the future is yet to be written so who knows if they will face unbelievable peril or if they will be spared the hardships and be able to enjoy their honeymoon until they must return to Aurora to begin the invasion of the southern part of the warring states region. But there is a saying that goes, those in bliss are often met with adversity.