Countless slender iron chains extend from the edge of the pool, each piercing into the captured bodies of various Alien Race beings, pinning them to the poolside, unable to escape.
Those imprisoned here are the living beings captured in the Spirit Breath Clan's cross-dimensional war.
Pointed ears torn by iron hooks, fierce white fangs forcibly broken, thick arms reduced to bare bones... the appearance of prisoners from all races is tragic.
All prisoners have been tortured to the point of losing their will to resist, their gazes hollow.
At this moment, in a corner of the Blood Pool.
A figure is staring blankly at his reflection in the blood pool.
A young, pale face emerges in the blood color, about seventeen or eighteen years old, his features still bearing an unripened tenderness.
