Meanwhile, inside Tolkien's shop, events were unfolding at the exact moment Leon completed the [Blood Heart Challenge].
Tolkien was still bound.
Heavy chains wrapped around his legs, and torso, glowing faintly with restrictive runes that drained his strength nonstop.
They anchored him to the ground and suppressed his power, forcing him to remain in place day and night.
Even breathing felt heavier with those things on him.
For years, the [Moon Sect] had used these chains to keep him under control.
They forced him to work endlessly, crafting weapons, repairing equipment, and most importantly, creating the [Blood Moon Crystals].
Every swing of his hammer was done under threat. They had promised him freedom.
All he had to do was wait until they obtained the [Blood Heart].
But now, that heart was gone. The door of the shop burst open.
Several figures stepped inside at once.
A tall man clad in crimson armor walked forward, his presence alone making the air tense.
