Damon activated the skill book and a flood of information immediately rushed into his mind.

Blood Whisper, the skill he can use to communicate with people marked by his blood. Now it was time to see if the almighty curse could block even this skill, a skill that used his very blood to communicate!

Damon closed his eyes, activated the skill, and focused. The next instant, he found himself in a dark place in the middle of nowhere. No ground, no sky, just empty dark. It was as if he were standing in a void. But he was not alone.

Threads sprang out from him in all directions. Thin red threads, black threads, and even some that were golden in color.

No, not some. Many. Once the golden threads started appearing. They simply took over the whole space.

Damon was utterly shocked. There were millions of these threads. He felt as if his mind was going to break from the sheer number of them. His entire being suddenly felt shaky and weak. The more he looked at these threads, the more the pain.

He only barely managed to reach out to one thin red line before everything snapped, and he was kicked out of the void.

Damon gasped, still feeling the effect of the skill. What the fuck was that? Why were there so many threads? He had only expected six or ten, as he had only so many followers and bound beasts or other beings. But to have so many threads?

He forced himself to breathe slowly. His heart thudded. His head throbbed. The void was still there, like a bruise in his head. That many threads had overloaded him completely. Moreover, he did not even get a chance to reach for any of the thread.

It was not like he could try this skill again. Something told him that his soul would simply explode if he attempted to do such a thing one more time. Another useless skill? Or maybe he overdid it?

Damon silently pondered on everything he had seen. The most puzzling thing was that the number of golden threads was a lot more than the number of red threads and black threads. If all these threads are related to him by blood, then what did the three colors mean?

He closed his eyes and suddenly remembered something. Erin! He had felt Erin when he had reached out through the thin red thread in that final moment before everything snapped shut.

Wait a second. If the thin red threads meant his blood-bound followers like Erin, Mark, and Kate, and if all the threads were connected to him by his blood, what could the hundreds of golden threads be?

It was not like he had any relation to these hundreds of people. Could they be the people whose blood he had devoured? No. That did not make sense. Even though he had consumed their blood, his blood did not really have anything to do with them.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind. Could they possibly be the other beings with his bloodline?

Damon froze as he thought about it. He only had a fraction of his bloodline. What if the fraction he had was really small? What if his bloodline powers were currently weak and had these many limitations because he shared his bloodline with these many beings?

And then, there was the fact that he was able to reach out to them, or at least picture them. But what if someone stronger on the other end could do the same thing and reach out to him?

Then wouldn't they be able to hunt him down and devour him, consuming his bloodline and everything he had gathered so far?

Damon shuddered. He suddenly realized something. He was in a fucking race. His bloodline, the ticking time bomb, was even more dangerous than he had ever realized! It was either hunt or be hunted!

He needed to strengthen his mind and soul fast enough. He needed to be the first one to reach for the others and devour them. Otherwise, he would be the one who was devoured!

Damon pulled himself together. Panic wouldn't help. He needed to think clearly, and he needed to grow stronger. He closed his eyes, calmed down, and took a few breaths. First things, first. He once again tried to reach out with the same skill.

But this time, he did not overdo it like the last time. In fact, he did not activate the skill itself. He merely willed to communicate with Erin, and the next moment, he could feel a cold, poisonous aura.

"My Lord, is that you?"

Damon smiled. "Erin, where are you right now? Have you recovered sufficiently?"

***

Meanwhile, back in the light faction continent.

"Are you sure that the curse is in place and is fully working?" Michael sternly looked at Viola and asked.

The dark princess, however, only scoffed in response. "Why? Are you doubting my skills now?"

"Bro, come on. You need to relax, and you need to trust others a little. Viola is unbeatable when it comes to stuff like this. I am still trying to get out of the love curse she cast on me." Reynard winked at the woman sitting opposite to him in the huge meeting hall.

Michael completely ignored the guy and continued. "I am not doubting your skills. I also don't have to tell you how important this battle is. When the gate to the golden throne opens, this buffoon absolutely cannot have any sort of upper hand. Do you understand?"

Viola scoffed but did not say anything.

"This curse has to hold on." Michael spelled it out again. "There cannot be any errors. We need to be the first in line for the golden throne. So let me ask you this again. Do you have any ways to track the effectiveness of the curse? Is it going to become defective over time and is there any chance for that buffoon to break the curse before the timer?"

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