"I am…" the creature spoke, voice smooth yet hollow, like silk dragged across a coffin lid, "Vel'taroth… Apostle of the Blood God."
Derek's blue eyes narrowed.This was, without question, the most powerful enemy he had ever encountered.
He activated Appraisal.
Name: Vel'tarothRank: S-Skills:
Blood Seeds (A-rank)
Blood Claws (B-rank)
Blood Bat Avatar (A-rank)
Blood Domain (A-Rank)
Blood God's Blessing (S-rank)
Class Type: Mage / Warrior hybrid
Derek's jaw tightened.
Vel'taroth stepped forward.
The blood-veins recoiled from his feet, squirming away as if even they feared to touch their master.
His robes didn't sway—they shifted.
The fabric pulsed as if alive, fed by a steady flow of blood channelled through bone-threaded seams. Derek realised it wasn't cloth at all, but stitched layers of flesh and skin, lacquered with dried gore and woven with rune-ink.
An abomination sewn from reverence and massacre.
