At the thought of Cain's left hand, every member of the Blood Clan grew excited. A hint of greed flickered in their eyes, but they hid it well. At the same time, they became even more cautious.
No one knew how long they had been walking. The deeper they went, the more intense the darkness became. The silent space felt increasingly frightening, and the air turned heavy and oppressive. Gradually, Gallio and Amanda, who were leading the way, stopped in their tracks. A huge door had appeared before them.
The door was pitch-black and carved with complex patterns that formed the image of a man.
"Cain! This... this is the symbol of our progenitor, Cain!" Gallio and Amanda exclaimed, almost in unison. The moment they spoke, their breathing grew rapid and their gazes turned fervent. It wasn't just them; the eyes of every member of the Blood Clan burned with the same fire, their breathing growing heavy.
