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Under an overwhelming pressure akin to a capsizing ocean, his heart had nearly stopped beating.
The Bloodline Crystal, lodged like a nail in his heart valve, quietly shattered as its fragments rapidly merged into his body.
At that moment, it was as if time had stopped.
In a daze, Ronan felt he had once again returned to the dream he experienced when he first transplanted the "Hekarter" Bloodline.
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An endless snowfield, raging wind and snow, it was a world completely belonging to ice and snow.
He stood atop a steep snow-covered peak, looking up to see a series of crimson suns and moons behind the hazy snow.
They were His eyes.
Suddenly, a pair of "Red Suns" magnified swiftly, and an ancient serpent's head, larger than a towering iceberg, broke through the layers of frost, quietly approaching Ronan, silently watching him.
Compared to Him, Ronan was as insignificant as a speck of dust.
Yet at this moment, Ronan was exceptionally calm.
