The dragons present scoffed at the human's shamelessness. Among all the races, humans were known to be brazen, but Water Demon… he was on another level entirely. His attitude, even in the face of death, invoked disgust. Eyes narrowed, lips curled — some even looked away, unwilling to witness what they assumed would be a pitiful end.
But then, something unexpected happened.
In the thick of the karmic bloodrain, Water Demon did something no one saw coming. He raised his hands, whispering an incantation so ancient it stirred the very rain around him. The bloodrain paused — just for a breath — then twisted unnaturally toward him, as if obeying.
A gust of wind blew, red droplets coalescing in spirals around him, forming whirlpools of blood that throbbed with karmic essence. In a single breath, he transformed them into blades, whips, and even spectral shields. The air trembled under the force — not just because of the sheer energy, but from disbelief.
