Beneath the shimmering heavens of Anbord, the light of the Ancestral Ascension still lingered in the air like an echo of glory. The sigil above slowly faded, and the blazing pillars of power calmed into gentle, flowing streams that shimmered with every color of magic and divinity.
As the dust settled, the first figure to be seen was Trevor. His white hair had grown longer, braided in blood-colored coils at the tips and down his back. His skin glowed faintly red with sacred sigils of his bloodline etched across his arms and torso. Behind him floated a massive blood-red crown, forged of living essence. His eyes were crimson galaxies, constantly swirling with ancestral blood memories. His aura carried not death, but the legacy of blood—the sacrifice, lineage, and eternal bond. He now embodied the True Ancestor of Blood, a being capable of commanding every drop of blood across worlds. He was just below the god of Blood in authority.
