The Blood Omen

The leader always believed that the book was penned by an individual with a severe alcohol addiction, as it seemed unrealistic, implying that an old pureblooded Clan had defeated gods and such. However, the first line in the book states: "Even a single ounce of blood cannot be altered by any entity." Even that weird bullshitter writer has written that it's impossible.

At first, the leader was bewildered, but he quickly composed himself, realizing that the brat in front of him was only a Blade sentry level 6.

Blade-Sentry/Magic-Sentry is an entry-level flicktor. A flicktor is a being who harnesses the power from the planet inside of him to fight. Blade Sentry uses physical force, while Magic Sentry casts magic.

Blade/Magic-Sentry ranks as the lowest major realm, followed by Sentry, Protector, Defender, and Overseer. These are the flickor realms on the planet Warlands. Every realm starts with level 1 and ends at 10.

"How did you do it?" Leader asked, his voice firm and commanding.

Omen, who was standing in front of the leader, didn't answer, as he knew even if he told him everything, there's no chance of him getting out of here alive, but he had to try; meaningless death was not an option.

Omen tried to materialize his sword but failed to do so as the leader of the Shadows pulled out his cat-like blue claw from the hood and ripped Omen apart. His claw attack burst Omen like a water balloon.

Only a spray of blood remained in the air.

"Was he stupid?" Ace11 responded in a slightly mocking tone.

"Boss, our job here is done; let's not forget we're in a dangerous place." One of the shadows said his voice was impatient and aghast.

"I know, we were 50 at the start, but look at us, if this was not a dangerous place, I would have taken this brat alive with me even if it offended that old man," Ace11 said while moving towards where they came from.

In a place far away from the jungle Omen was in, it was the outside stairs of a huge palace. The old man who was with Omen a few hours ago was going upwards; he was not alone on the white marble stairs; he was with an entourage of people. As he was going up, he suddenly froze in his place, and everyone also stopped their movements.

'The cruse is gone?, so they killed him. If my calculations are correct, those bastards won't make it out alive.' The old man suddenly felt the curse he put on Omen was gone.

"Is there something wrong, grandfather?" asked a man in his early twenties with golden hair and silver glowing eyes whose face resembles the old man.

"Nothing; let's go. Emperor is waiting." The old man replied and continued forward like nothing happened.

In the jungle, 18 Shadows were moving fast; they knew even the outskirts of this jungle were dangerous; they were now very far from where Omen was bursted.

After some more running, Leaders body suddenly shook, and he stopped his movements and gestured for everyone to stop at once. Everyone stopped at the command without any questions.

In front of them were still huge trees, and nighttime made it more silent and creepy.

Suddenly a huge tremor came from the front; it was as if a giant was moving.

Gradually, the tremors approached the shadows, revealing a massive black bear that towered nearly 60 feet above them.

The leader swallowed hard when he saw the bear; this was the same bear that had attacked them earlier. Despite being a 50-man team that time, the bear killed 32 of them when they entered the jungle for the first time.

Ace11 was very worried, as the bear was so strong that even slight movement could be fatal; if it knew of their presence, that could only mean death, as the bear was too fast and too big, and also the bear was of that Overseer level 5 or 6.

Ace11 was only a Protector level 7. This was very powerful normally, but this abnormal jungle and its dwellers were something every being feared. 

This is the 'Forbidden Jungle of Aisenmoor'. To the west of the planet, no one knew the depth of this jungle or the variety of monsters it contained; they only knew that Conflictor-level monsters could be seen on its outskirts.

Conflictors are walking calamities; they were above the Overseer realm. Conflictors were also divided into 5 major realms.

So basically, this jungle was full of dangers; the bear didn't notice the shadows that were playing statues.

The shadows did not dare to blink their eyes, fearing that this slight movement would alert the bear.

Bear, which was sniffing around and moving casually, slowly turned towards one of the shadow assassins, and their eyes met. The person in question was horrified and peed his pants. Bear sniffing the pee began to sprint towards them with all his might.

" Fuck. Prepare to engage." Ace11 braced himself for the fight he couldn't win. Bear and Shadow assassins collided with each other.

*BOOM* 

With a huge impact, the fight started, and after some time, only bears were seen around the place, munching on humans one by one. Nobody survived the fight.

Back at the place where Omen was bursted open, air condensed, and a tiny red dot could be seen floating in the air. It slowly formed a drop of blood; its processes didn't stop from one to two drops; it started to form a mass; it took time, but you could see a silhouette; after some time, it took the shape of a naked man.

After one hour, Omen was resurrected, and while seeing body parts literally growing, Omen was clutching his hand back and forth, "I am not dead?" Was the only question on his mouth.

"Is this the power of a pure-blooded vampire?" "Omen felt both happiness and horror simultaneously, as he wondered what would happen if he wasn't pure-blooded? What if he faced a pure-blooded?

These questions were in his head for 2-3 seconds before cold started to get to his naked body.