Samuel pulls out the Nail Sword, letting the agitated Secret Blood flow from the wound in his palm, the amount of blood loss was astonishing, forming a large pool at his feet in just a few seconds.
He doesn't feel bad, Samuel's state has never been better, the Authority fortifies his ability to produce blood; it seems endless.
"Sweet, isn't it, everyone."
The agitated Secret Blood is the perfect lure for the Demons, these failed inferiorities of Ascension instinctively yearn for that nobler power.
Samuel picks up another Knight's Sword, blood drips from the blade as he holds two swords, surrounded by Demons.
This silence didn't last long, the sweet blood drove the Demons mad, finally, one Demon couldn't resist its desire and lunged forward, and then all the surrounding Demons followed its action, pouncing toward Samuel.
