Vitaemora, the City of Blood
It was the capital of the West. The base of one of the Overlords of the Dome.
As expected, despite their blood-red hair, they were still motioned to stop for inspection. Multiple warriors, all at varying evolution stages, mounted on their Equiladors and flew up to meet them.
But then, they paused.
Two things made every single one of the warriors freeze.
The first was the Bloom who gazed at them coldly.
'The Red Eclipse!' their thoughts screamed in unison.
And the second was the one seated right behind her.
Malakai Von Sanguine.
At this point, there was no one in the City of Blood who didn't recognize the faces of the direct descendants. Especially the infamous Ninth Vein.
But what followed next was not what anyone would have expected, considering his past.
"Ninth Vein!"
They all bowed on top of their Equiladors, greeting him with utmost respect.
'Looks like word reached them,' Malakai thought calmly.
