Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 826 - 370: Blood Bride_2

The Blood Dew dissolves upon absorption, and the Blood Bride's aura instantly surpasses the Morning Star Level's limits.

Her captivating beauty intensifies, capable of instantly ensnaring ordinary individuals with but a single glance.

Yet, this stunning appearance conceals a primal instinct for carnage.

"From this moment, you shall be known as 'Blood Rose'." Uphemia bestowed a name upon her new subordinate:

"You are to be my most cherished companion and my most steadfast protector."

Blood Rose inclined her head with grace, her voice echoing like celestial music:

"Blood Rose swears eternal loyalty to my master, pledging to fight for your ultimate glory."

At that precise moment, an unusual energy fluctuation emanated from a distant location.

Aiden's presence, even as a mere projection, immediately imposed a palpable pressure upon the other apostles.

"Mad Bite" Mogron and "Nightmare Queen" Selena, acting in near unison, dispatched their own subordinates to ascertain the source of the disturbance.

"It appears our little reunion has stirred some of the ancient ones..."

Aiden's voice dripped with contempt:

"However, this is for the best. It will remind those elder immortals that I persist and possess ample might to safeguard my own interests..."

The blood tendrils began to retract, signaling the imminent severance of their connection:

"It is time, my daughter... Heed your mission, comprehend your true identity... Do not let me down..."

"Rest assured, Father, I shall never fail you."

As the King of Blood's consciousness withdrew, the crimson portal of teleportation gradually faded from view.

The scarlet palace returned to its silent state, leaving behind only the grim remnants of blood and bone upon the floor as testament to the recent atrocity.

Asmond strained to hoist himself from the ground, his gaze fixed upon Uphemia with unwavering adoration.

The pervasive influence of the curse rendered any thought of resistance utterly impossible.

"Lady Uphemia..."

The Blood Tear Duke's tone had transformed into one of deep humility, stripped entirely of its former haughtiness:

"Do you have any further commands? I shall carry out your every order without question..."

"Utilize your private passage to escort me back to the third level."

Uphemia issued her directives succinctly, her mind already charting her subsequent strategic moves:

"Following that, commence the reconstruction of your territory.

The significant losses among the Blood Race will undoubtedly draw the attention of other apostles. You must restore a portion of your might before they decide to intervene."

"As you command, my lady." Asmond inclined his head in a gesture of profound respect.

As they progressed toward the egress, a complex mixture of emotions churned within Uphemia's heart.

On one hand, she had successfully fulfilled Ron's directive, creating sufficient chaos to mask his underlying objectives.

Conversely, she had also gained a stark understanding of her perceived value in her father's estimation.

Permanently relegated to the role of a mere tool, an 'artifact' subject to modification or outright disposal at any given moment.

"Ron..."

She silently invoked his name within her thoughts, recalling the profound wisdom that belied his youthful years.

Unlike Aiden's, his eyes held no overt desire for dominion; no trace of avarice or apprehension as seen in others, but rather a pure... assessment.

Akin to evaluating the utility of an instrument, yet this evaluation was, at the very least, conducted with logic, devoid of personal emotional prejudice.

"Perhaps..."

As her gaze swept over the path stretching towards an uncertain destiny, a flicker of hope ignited within her soul:

"Perhaps this time, I can genuinely forge my own path... escaping this perpetual existence in the shadows..."

Regardless, her immediate course was clear: she could only advance, progressing towards that nebulous future, towards the potential of an unbridled freedom.

Behind her, the pandemonium on the fifth level continued its relentless expansion.

And on the fourth level, the tempest of chaos orchestrated by Nari still raged fiercely.

.........

At the epicenter of the chaotic tempest, within the meticulously stabilized pocket of reality maintained by Nari, the fundamental laws of existence began to reassert their order.

Ron stood poised at the heart of a circular platform fashioned from refined chaos energy, surrounded by all the essential components for his impending transformation.

The magic power amplification crystal emanated a mesmerizing, multi-hued luminescence, its internal energy conduits flowing languidly like a miniature galaxy.

A meticulously crafted block of Soul Steel exhibited a captivating silver-grey sheen, its surface intermittently flashing with intricate runes that hinted at the immense latent power contained within.

And then, there was the surrogate core puppet...

Having undergone months of dedicated cultivation, the puppet had achieved transformations of an astonishing magnitude.

Its once rigid, wooden exterior had softened to a texture akin to flesh, and intricate energy pathways, resembling vascular structures, had begun to form internally.

"My cherished one..." Nari's voice resonated with a tinge of melancholy: "Are you departing from your mother?"

"No, it is not leaving," Ron replied with a gentle tone: "It is merely undergoing a metamorphosis; our bond will only grow stronger."

To achieve the optimal outcome, the simultaneous and precise regulation of temperature, pressure, energy flow, and a dozen other critical variables was imperative.

The slightest deviation in any single parameter risked compromising the efficacy of the final product.

"Mother, I require more refined environmental controls."