Cain stood motionless on the treetop, the night wind brushing against his coat while the red moon hung high above like a silent witness.
The pressure inside his body had not faded.
It was not crushing him, yet it lingered like a weight tied to his core, something watching him from within his own blood.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"No… I'm not sure," he muttered under his breath.
His voice was calm, but his thoughts were not.
He slowly closed his eyes.
"Blood Sense."
The words were soft, but the effect was fast.
From the center of his chest, a wave of red mana spread outward in every direction. It was not visible to ordinary eyes. It moved like heat spreading through iron, like an unseen pulse. To Cain, it appeared like a vast infrared signal, stretching across the land, piercing through mountains, slipping between buildings, crossing oceans and tearing through the thin barriers between planes.
Everything that contained blood left a mark in that vision.
