SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 707 A princess in distress

Damon swiftly reached his choice. Since these individuals aimed straight for a Kingdom, just one path lay open to him. He needed to target a Kingdom as well, but not some ordinary one. It had to be vast enough to overshadow all the rest.

Damon's mind locked onto one particular name.

An empire.

An entity enduring through ages. One stretching over various territories. One whose rule was acknowledged by the Light Faction and numerous neutral forces.

Should he seize that…

Damon breathed out steadily, his blood essence churning under his flesh while strategies quickly took shape and sharpened. His blood avatar continued its relentless toil, gaining power every second. Now, his real form would follow the same path.

At that moment, Damon activated a Blood Gate. Beyond its portal, scorching, arid desert gusts swept in. "Greetings, western deserts." He smirked. The solution to every one of his issues proved to be the Great Western Desert Empire.

Whether measuring sheer territories, landmass, or riches, no other Kingdom or Empire could surpass the Great Western Desert Empire. Securing it without fail would mean the Golden Throne event escaped the grasp of the ten families. It would become his alone.

Damon passed through the Blood Gate, and reality shifted immediately.

Scorching warmth surged toward him harmlessly, while endless golden sands extended outward, with dunes resembling stationary swells under a ruthless sun.

Damon vanished, then reappeared right before the royal palace entrance. He barely had time to pause before a known silhouette hurried over. Surprisingly, it wasn't the person he expected. Rather, it was the Emperor in person.

"I figured you'd return." The elderly man chuckled. Yet, a clear hint of sorrow lingered in his gaze.

"What occurred? Are things okay? Your highness." Damon inquired.

The aged emperor halted several paces from him. Viewed closely, the burden of ages weighed heavily on the leader's frame. His attire remained spotless, his posture erect, yet the vigor Damon recalled had dimmed, giving way to fragility and exhaustion.

"Let's head in and discuss, Blood God. I presume you'd prefer keeping your identity and arrival secret?" The Emperor offered a faint smile as he guided Damon into the royal palace.

They stepped into a secluded room, devoid of guards or servants, featuring only a circular table hewn from a solid piece of golden sandstone. The emperor motioned for Damon to take a seat, then settled in, releasing a soft sigh.

"You're not inquiring how I sensed your arrival?" The elder grinned.

Damon let out a soft laugh. "It's okay. I was aware your emblem includes a tracking formation. No offense taken."

The elder's piercing gaze examined him briefly before another sigh escaped. "So, you must know about Alzara's state too." Abruptly, he grew somewhat restless and pressed, "Is that the reason for your visit? Do you have knowledge of a way to aid my daughter? Maybe an alchemist from the Venom Sigil holds a remedy for her?"

"Hmmm?" Damon arched an eyebrow. On this occasion, he truly lacked any clue about the events, though from the Emperor's statements, he could form a solid inference. "I must examine her first before offering any thoughts."

"…Of course," he answered softly, standing up. His prior poise faltered slightly, exposing the worried father beneath the regal facade, clinging to fading chances. "She's recuperating in the Sun Veil Pavilion. The healers… the clerics… they've exhausted their options."

They departed the room and traversed the palace's inner corridors. The pavilion doors parted without a sound.

Within, Alzara rested on a plush bed, her form eerily motionless. Her breaths came faintly, hardly noticeable. Rays of sun pierced the sheer ceiling overhead, enveloping her in light, yet the glow failed to touch her deeply.

"…Intriguing," Damon whispered. Clearly, poison afflicted her.

The emperor's calm shattered instantly. His frame tensed, and the held breath burst out in a ragged burst. "You detect it so soon?" he questioned, unable to mask the shake in his tone. "Do you believe… could you assist her?"

Despite his attempts at steadiness, terror etched clearly on his features. The sovereign ruling an empire appeared helpless, his masks stripped away by his daughter's brush with mortality. Ultimately, he ceased any effort to conceal it.

He advanced with shaky steps, stare locked on Alzara.

"Blood God," the emperor rasped, his dignity yielding to raw plea. "I recognize you as the one who makes the unattainable possible. You obliterated three of the nine hidden orders in mere hours." His words wavered. "Please… rescue my daughter."

He lowered his head, hands balled tightly.

"I will grant you whatever you desire."

Damon held off on responding. He approached the bed nearer, his eyes scanning Alzara with precise detachment. To the emperor, it could seem like apathy, but actually, Damon was methodically unraveling the crisis. Her mana flow lagged, irregular, like pathways riddled with breaches. Even more dire, the toxin didn't linger solely in her veins. It had merged with her core, embedding deeply like a leech dreading extraction.

"This poison isn't commonplace," Damon stated at last. "Nor was it designed for swift death."

The emperor's head jerked upward. "Then what purpose did it serve?"

"To decay her gradually from within," Damon answered bluntly. "An attacker sought to torment her. Force prolonged agony, erode her life force bit by bit, until no restorative magic could ease her pain."

The emperor shook. His digits dug into his garments, joints paling. "Who would have the audacity…?"