The Monarch of Blood didn't sit. Instead, he circled him, playing with Lidien's own blood-like verve as if it were his own.
"Why do you want everything standardized, Child?"
The question of the Monarch of Blood hit Lidien as if it were a punch to his stomach, taking his breath away in an instant.
"As if everything you learned came from a scripture."
Lidien stayed quiet, and only listened to the words of the Blood Monarch without prejudice.
"What do you know about blood?"
He didn't answer, and only stared at the blood-like verve that now looked like a sharp sword.
"Actually... I don't need to teach you anything, for the answer was already within yourself... you are just blinded by your own 'Standard' of what blood should be..."
Then, as the Monarch of Blood stopped his circling, he spread his arms and laughed maniacally.
"Look at this vast, never-ending ocean of verve... what's the use of it if you'll never use it?"
