"Huff... interesting."
The man took a deep breath, greedily inhaling the blood-scent lingering in the air. Olivia's presence was quickly dissipating; he had lost track of her. Luckily, he discovered another person whose bloodline also bore the fragrance of pure blood.
The sweet, pure blood scent filled his nostrils like honey, and the crimson in his eyes gleamed with excitement. The man began to move again, drawing closer to Bologue.
With each step that reduced the distance between them, Bologue's sense of pressure increased steadily, like a spring compressed to its limit, ready to unleash its force given the slightest opportunity.
Ether surged along the ground beneath Bologue's feet, abruptly emerging on the surface—a sharp rock spike rose from the earth, pointing directly at the approaching man. At that moment, the man's footsteps halted, and the deadly tip hovered under his chin. A mere half-step forward would pierce through his throat and brain.
