The scant bloodline from that puddle of black blood was sucked in a second directly into the spatial ring. It was so little that the egg didn't even need to come out. But after the whale explained what it was, Ruri's eyes shone with excitement. The whale sighed, unsure of what to do.
"Let's get that Wyvern, Master, shall we? My pet will hatch faster with this." Ruri spoke, smiling and with her eyes shining towards the whale.
Behind them, Almin and Langrum sighed; they had seen this before. If this girl wanted something for real, the whale had no chance of denying.
Soon, everyone followed, searching for traces of blood. This creature was half-demon, so logically, in danger, he would go to the depths of the abyss seeking shelter. After all, it was most likely that people from the sect were pursuing him. So, initially, they headed towards the third level. But, finding nothing, they turned back and went the opposite way. And strangely, they found another puddle of blood.
