Erebus regarded Warren with a rapacious look in his eyes. “The nexus of the Soul Pinion Formation set up by Pietro is a single drop of blood composed of pure negative energy. In order to disrupt this formation, the energy makeup of the nexus must first be counteracted. That would require blood that is brimming with pure positive energy.”

He continued, “Blood of that type is difficult to procure because it is such a rarity that one may not even come across it once in a hundred years. It is thus fortunate that I have managed to discover that Zeke Williams' blood is precisely what we seek. It is, however, a near impossible task to lure him in to draw blood off of him. But things are different now that you are here. Being one of Zeke's shadows, you have that same blood running in your veins. That means that your blood also possesses the same sort of positive energy attribute that we could use to neutralize the nexus.”

What?

The pupils in Warren's eyes constricted while they fixated upon Erebus.

“You... You want to draw my blood?”

“Let's face it, boy. The ultimate purpose for your creation by your master is to bring about my liberation, so you have no choice in this. Come to me,” Erebus said with a laugh.

No! No way! How could I, Warren Williams, possibly let myself become anyone else's sacrificial lamb?

Even though he knew well that he was no match for Erebus, he became driven by instinct to resist when it was his own life on the line.

He turned and tried to make a break for it, but there was no chance Erebus would allow for that. A surge of negative energy from the latter ensnared Warren, instantly rendering him unconscious.

After an indeterminate length of time, Warren slowly came around.


Opening his eyes groggily, he found himself assailed by a dazzling array of lights that were so blinding that he was unable to keep his eyes open.

Noticing a silhouette to the side, he then turned to look in that direction. There, he saw a wizened white-bearded elder seated in meditation.

The man, who was shrouded in a jet-black robe, came across as being very enigmatic.

At that moment, there was a void in Warren's memories, and it took him quite a while to recall the events that transpired prior to his passing out.

I ought to be dead from having my blood completely drained, so does this mean that I am in hell right now? Don't tell me that this old man in front of me is Hades himself.

Warren regarded the one before him cautiously. “Who are you? What is this place?”

The old man's voice sounded awfully familiar to him. “Have you forgotten about me already? Your Elder?”

That was the voice of Erebus.

If shades don't have physical forms, how did he manage to acquire one? I suppose that this black-clad old man must be his true form then. Does that mean that I am still alive?

Thus, he regarded Erebus warily. “Could you tell me whether I am alive or dead, Elder?”

“What sort of question is that? You are certainly very much alive,” Erebus replied with a scoff.

“But didn't you draw upon my blood to destroy the Soul Pinion Formation? How could I have survived that?” Warren said.

“Whoever told you that your blood has to be completely drained in order to neutralize the formation? One drop of blood was all that was needed,” Erebus replied.

Phew!

Feeling invigorated, Warren exhaled in relief.

So Elder Erebus was not going to kill me after all.
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