SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 735 The wastrel prince

Damon was clueless about what the man meant, but fortunately, the fellow kept speaking and laid it all out.

"I bear more grim tidings. The Crescent Moon clan is throwing in with the assault too. The remaining three clans hold a neutral stance for now, yet I suspect deeper motives. With the Blood Gods finally stirring, they wouldn't strike without solid groundwork. Probably, another clan will align with them soon."

Blood Gods, eh? Damon maintained a blank face, though inside, he nearly laughed at the twist of fate. He rested his hands casually on the table and gestured for the man to go on.

"The Frost Veil and Ember Court stay officially neutral… but their quietness feels off. It's very probable that one has sided with the Blood Gods."

Unease rippled across the hall.

A woman with silver hair leaned in a bit. "If the Blood Gods have truly acted, this isn't just a border skirmish. It's a full purge. They're gunning for our entire court. They're dead set on wiping us all out." Her eyes then scanned the table.

Damon's brow furrowed. So that explained it. This went beyond a simple clash of arms. It was a planned shake-up by multiple clans. For the Blood Gods to move so boldly, they had to think the throne was ripe for the taking.

That implied… This ruler had displayed recent frailty… Or somebody had persuaded the clans otherwise. Given how the silver-haired woman phrased it, at least one traitor—or more—sat right there at the table. He felt certain.

Damon drummed his finger once on the armrest. "No worries. Let them advance. We'll manage."

"Pah!" A scoff rang out. "Yeah, we'll manage alright—straight into our graves." Another voice chimed in openly.

Damon stayed silent, but the silver-haired woman jumped to his defense. "Quiet, Fren. Show respect to his highness and this court. You can't—"

"Save it, Lysandra." Fren didn't even stand. He reclined in his seat, one leg slung over the other. "Formalities are done," he said smoothly. "With the Blood Gods on the move, what's the use in them?"

His eyes drifted toward Damon. "You expect me to stick around and battle beside this useless prince, just to die? Why? Did I force him to waste his days? Or did I kill the Emperor and crown prince? Don't accuse me! I've been loyal to this clan for centuries. Born and bred here."

"I was born and raised here too," yet another voice declared.

A man with broad shoulders in dark red robes shoved his chair back partway. His armor-threads glowed softly as anger surged. "We all were," he growled. "We spilled blood for this court. We pushed its frontiers. We smashed uprisings. And now we march to doom because his highness shirked his role?"

Fren grabbed the opening. "Precisely," he declared, arms wide. "Loyalty's not the issue. Survival is." His gaze fixed on Damon once more. "Perhaps his highness ought to hand over command to another. Then we might have a shot."

The table exploded into fierce debate.

"Outrageous!"

"Hand over the throne? Have you lost your mind?!"

"He hasn't even addressed the claims…"

"Succession plots aren't for now…"

"If anyone deserves that authority, it's me. I've served longest. Got the most battle honors."

Damon observed the uproar wordlessly, face impassive. Their utter disdain for him revealed plenty. Key among it: they faced an assault right now.

Next vital detail: the throne his character occupied wielded real power. To escape this golden memory realm, he'd need to master it right.

Plus… where in blazes was Necrogod?

Damon shut his eyes briefly, blocking the din to feel the link with his follower. Strangely, he detected not one, but two bonds. One pulsed strong and nearby; the other flickered faintly, barely there.

He probed the faint one first, but couldn't connect. Couldn't even identify the target. Likely Mark or Kate, the sole other followers who'd joined this trial with him.

This revelation held both fortune and misfortune. The fortunate aspect lay in Damon's potential to plunge into the next realm alongside Necrogod and either Kate or Mark. The unfortunate truth? They had to endure somehow until he reached them. He needed to accelerate his pace immediately.

Wasting no additional moments, he reached out to Necrogod. "Give me a few minutes and I will explain everything to you." The prompt response arrived.

A frown crossed Damon's face. Matters appeared somewhat tangled. Raising his gaze, he noticed the silver-haired woman watching him quietly, even as everyone else at the table kept quarreling about the throne and its rightful claimant.

"Come with me." Damon rose to his feet. He ignored Fren completely. He spared no glance for the broad-shouldered war hero who had just put himself forward as the successor. His eyes fixed solely on the silver-haired woman, Lysandra.

A heavy thud resounded as the hall doors closed behind them. The din of bickering nobles faded in an instant, absorbed by the dense stone hallways. The palace's inner depths felt far chillier than the chamber. Lysandra followed half a step after Damon.

"You are different today." Puzzlement filled her gaze as she studied him.

"Imminent death can do that to a person." Damon replied straightforwardly. "Let's talk about more important things. I need you to tell me everything you know about the power that rests with the throne."