Back when Aiden was monitoring the ghouls, his only goal was to spook the butchers and get some more corpses to convert. Yet, what he had gained far outweighed what he had hoped for.
"Is this city the hub of transmigration?" he chuckled.
First, he appeared. Then Milarel also appeared in the vicinity, and now Joan, the sword empress, did the same. It couldn't be a coincidence anymore, but that wasn't what Aiden was worried about.
It was Joan's skill that had him worried.
"Blood Art: Crimson Severance."
It was Joan's ultimate move. As long as someone possesses blood, the slash would cut through. Most of the recipients of the attack got sliced in half, just like Brock.
I would have been the same, if not for one little thing.
By the time Joan reached the demon lord's castle, Aiden had already been cursed. The flesh and blood that were the source of Joan's power had long since rotted, only leaving a skeleton frame behind.
