Chapter 277: Done
The entire vampire realm remained kneeling beneath the Blood Moon.
Not because anyone commanded them.
Not because GrandLord Dreath ordered it.
But because their instincts forced them to.
The pressure descending from the three trembling cocoons had become overwhelming now.
Absolute.
Ancient.
Every vampire present felt their bloodline trembling continuously inside their bodies as if responding toward something far above themselves.
Something they should revere naturally.
The crimson light flooding the heavens intensified further afterward.
Cornelia’s cocoon glowed brighter.
Then brighter again.
Ivira’s cocoon followed immediately afterward while countless blood mana streams spiraled endlessly around it like living rivers circling a sacred star.
Faith’s cocoon pulsed next.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The heavens shook violently.
The surrounding races watching from distant borders immediately retreated farther instinctively afterward.
Even Kael no longer dared approach closer.
The ancient elf Sylvera’s expression had become extremely serious now.
Because the pressure spreading from the vampire realm no longer resembled ordinary Ascendant-level authority.
It felt higher.
Far higher.
Meanwhile inside the realm itself—
The kneeling vampires trembled continuously beneath the overwhelming blood authority.
Several weaker vampires had already pressed their foreheads completely against the ground while their blood mana fluctuated uncontrollably.
Even emperor-level vampires struggled raising their heads properly.
GrandLord Dreath himself remained standing.
Barely.
His ancient crimson eyes remained fixed toward the three cocoons while blood mana surged violently around his body resisting the suppression instinctively.
Yet despite that—
His expression no longer contained arrogance.
Only shock.
Because deep inside—
He understood clearly.
Whatever existed inside those cocoons—
Already surpassed ordinary vampire bloodlines completely.
The Blood Moon overhead pulsed once more afterward.
Then suddenly—
The three cocoons began glowing together.
At first—
Slowly.
Soft crimson light leaked from cracks spreading faintly across the cocoon surfaces.
Then—
The light intensified.
Brighter.
Brighter.
BRIGHTER.
Soon the entire vampire realm became submerged beneath endless crimson radiance.
The heavens themselves looked dyed completely red now while blood mana storms spiraled violently across the skies.
The surrounding vampires widened their eyes despite kneeling.
Because the phenomenon had become terrifyingly beautiful.
The cocoons no longer looked like ordinary transformation shells.
They resembled three blood-red suns suspended beneath the Blood Moon itself.
Ancient blood runes filled the skies endlessly afterward.
Even the air itself vibrated continuously now beneath the growing blood authority radiating from the three sisters.
Meanwhile—
Near the back of the gathering—
Cain suddenly froze.
His expression changed instantly afterward.
Because something—
Something was happening to him too.
At first—
It felt small.
A faint warmth spreading through his chest.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!!!
Cain’s blood mana surged violently inside his body afterward.
His eyes widened immediately.
Because his strength—
Was increasing.
Rapidly.
Ridiculously rapidly.
The blood pact connection between him and the three sisters suddenly became unbelievably active now while endless streams of blood authority flooded directly into him through the bond.
Cain’s body stiffened.
"What..."
His suppressed Overgod blood reacted violently afterward.
Ancient crimson symbols briefly flashed beneath his skin before disappearing instantly again beneath his concealment.
Meanwhile the blood mana pouring into him only intensified further.
His physical strength rose.
His blood authority strengthened.
Even his exhausted consciousness rapidly recovered beneath the flood of power surging from the three glowing cocoons.
And the most absurd part—
The process showed no signs of stopping.
Cain immediately checked the blood pact instinctively afterward.
Then his face froze completely.
Because the blood pact—
Had evolved.
No longer ordinary.
No longer even remotely ordinary.
The connection between him and the three sisters had become terrifyingly deep now beneath the Blood Moon and the ongoing transformation.
It almost felt—
Like the heavens themselves acknowledged the bond.
Cain’s body trembled slightly afterward.
Not from fear.
From disbelief.
Because the amount of strengthening flowing into him right now—
Was insane.
Truly insane.
Even his suppressed Overgod physique reacted heavily beneath the influx of power.
His blood mana reserves expanded continuously.
His regeneration strengthened.
His control over blood authority sharpened rapidly.
And most absurdly—
Even his soul itself felt nourished by the strengthening connection.
Meanwhile above—
The three cocoons continued glowing brighter and brighter like rising blood stars illuminating the realm.
The surrounding vampires remained kneeling in reverence and awe beneath the overwhelming phenomenon.
None of them noticed Cain standing frozen among the crowd.
Completely stunned.
Because right now—
He genuinely could not understand what was happening anymore.
The blood pact should not work like this.
It absolutely should not.
Yet the strengthening flooding into him felt real beyond doubt.
Ridiculously real.
Cain slowly looked upward toward the glowing cocoons afterward.
Then down toward his trembling hands.
Then upward again.
And finally—
Unable stopping himself—
He quietly muttered.
"...What the fuck."
Then suddenly—
The overwhelming pressure vanished.
Completely.
One moment the entire vampire realm trembled beneath ancient blood authority powerful enough to force even emperor-level vampires toward their knees—
And the next—
Silence.
The Blood Moon overhead softened instantly afterward.
The endless blood mana storms swirling throughout the skies gradually dissolved while the giant ancient blood runes filling the heavens faded away one after another.
The three glowing cocoons themselves slowly dimmed too.
Not completely.
But enough that the surrounding vampires could finally breathe normally again.
The oppressive bloodline suppression disappeared entirely.
Several vampires immediately gasped loudly afterward while clutching their chests.
Others collapsed backward onto the ground weakly.
Even emperor-level vampires released long heavy breaths after enduring the terrifying pressure earlier.
GrandLord Dreath himself slowly straightened fully afterward while blood mana stabilized around his body once more.
His ancient eyes remained fixed on the three cocoons silently.
Still shocked.
Still unsettled.
Because honestly—
He had lived for an absurdly long time.
Seen countless bloodline awakenings.
Witnessed terrifying geniuses rise throughout the vampire race.
Yet nothing—
Absolutely nothing—
Compared to tonight.
The surrounding vampires gradually realized the pressure truly disappeared afterward.
And slowly—
Excitement exploded again.
"We survived!"
"The pressure’s gone!"
"The transformation succeeded!"
"The Blood Moon accepted them!"
Voices erupted throughout the realm continuously afterward while countless vampires rose from their kneeling positions with excited expressions.
The earlier fear and confusion completely vanished now.
Only celebration remained.
The vampire race had just witnessed impossible miracles one after another tonight.
Ascendant invaders destroyed.
The Blood Moon descending.
The terrifying frenzy.
The blood tentacles slaughtering enemies.
And finally—
The three cocoons radiating ancient blood authority powerful enough to suppress the entire vampire race itself.
How could they not celebrate?
Several vampires laughed loudly afterward.
Others roared proudly toward the skies.
The emperor-level vampires themselves looked increasingly emotional now.
Lord Vord suddenly burst into loud laughter once more.
"Hahahaha!"
His crimson eyes glowed proudly while staring toward the three cocoons.
"Our race..."
"...our race will rise!"
Elder Achilor slowly nodded afterward.
Even his usually calm ancient face carried visible excitement now.
Because after tonight—
No one doubted it anymore.
The vampire race had received terrifying future rulers.
The surrounding Moonshade family themselves became overwhelmed by endless praise once again.
Former Patriarch Rivik could barely process everything happening around him anymore while countless vampires surrounded the Moonshade family respectfully.
Zenaya herself looked dazed now.
The ten ancestors exchanged stunned expressions continuously.
Because their family—
Their small family from another plane—
Had suddenly become the center of the entire vampire race.
Meanwhile the surrounding races watching from distant borders remained silent.
Very silent.
Several Ascendants looked deeply wary now while observing the vampire realm celebrations.
Kael himself frowned heavily.
The ancient elf Sylvera quietly stared at the three cocoons without speaking.
Fear still lingered within their hearts.
Because the pressure earlier—
They all felt it.
And they all understood clearly.
Once the beings inside those cocoons fully awakened—
The balance between races would change forever.
Meanwhile—
Near the back of the gathering—
Cain finally relaxed slightly too.
At least the terrifying pressure disappeared.
Honestly—
Even he found the earlier phenomenon absurd.
The strengthening from the blood pact still lingered faintly throughout his body now.
His power had genuinely risen.
And not by a small amount either.
That alone irritated him slightly.
Because now—
The desire to sever the blood pact became even more complicated.
Troublesome.
Very troublesome.
Meanwhile the vampire race celebrations only grew louder afterward.
Several vampires even began kneeling toward the cocoons again while praising the Blood Moon and the future of the vampire race continuously.
Others loudly declared the three sisters chosen daughters of the Blood God.
The atmosphere throughout the realm had become almost fanatical now.
Cain quietly stared at them for several moments afterward.
Then internally clicked his tongue.
Honestly—
These people earlier nearly allowed the gathered Ascendants to attack the cocoons.
Some even hesitated against the blood tentacles protecting them.
Yet now—
Now they celebrated like loyal believers.
Hypocrites.
Absolute hypocrites.
Still—
Cain no longer cared much.
The cocoons remained safe.
That was enough.
The surrounding vampires continued cheering endlessly beneath the fading crimson skies while the three cocoons floated peacefully at the center of the arena like sacred relics born from ancient blood itself.
Meanwhile—
Hidden quietly among the crowd—
Cain looked toward the celebrating vampire race one last time.
Then softly—
Without anyone noticing—
He snorted at them.
