"It looks very small… but," Soman whispered, "those daggers are extremely effective… could they be an ancient weapon?"
Soman had absolutely no idea. He quickly canceled the summoning of his turtle.
At the same time, the wolf was facing other problems from the knives that were rushing toward it in massive numbers.
The Third-Rank Master turned toward Soman and smiled.
"Let's end this," the Master said.
Then he took out an old vial from his hand.
"The Faint Blood Vessel," he whispered.
Soman narrowed his eyes. A powerful aura surrounded that object.
At first glance, it didn't look like a weapon at all.
Rather, it resembled a fragment of some forgotten relic…
A heavy glass vial, filled with a dark red liquid that looked like ancient blood, imprisoned within a tangled structure of petrified black roots.
