One year bled into the next, and before long, three had vanished into the ether.
Inside the sealed chamber, silence reigned. The air was thick with the scent of decay. Orion's Mirror Avatar and the Curse Avatar were long gone, devoured entirely. Even Orion's own physical vessel had been consumed by the insatiable hunger of the Bloodline Seed.
His limbs had withered, his flesh desiccating like parchment in a fire, until finally, in a silent cascade, his body collapsed into a pile of fine dust.
Yet, from within that heap of gray ash, a crimson light pulsed—a rhythmic, hypnotic beat. The Bloodline Seed hovered there, radiating a bewitching, almost demonic glow. The light flickered erratically, signaling a turbulence within.
Is this the failsafe the Flower Goddess left inside me?
