Zephan couldn't tell by appearance, and he couldn't sense any aura unique to the Blood Path from them, as if they had sealed it away or forced it deep inside.
The only hint was their red eyes. Even that wasn't enough to be certain. No other Path showed a fixed trait like that, and physical changes usually came from the Sparks with which a person evolved.
But his instincts told him enough.
Though he had never met a Blood Path follower personally, the enmity toward them ran deep in his genes, old stories and older pain etched into his lineage.
In the end, the Blood Sect was the one that had tormented the ancestors of the Lunari for so long and forced them to flee from the Midlands to the Outer Region with a curse that continued to pass down from generation to generation, a shadow that had followed them for centuries.
Still, Zephan didn't let that old enmity surface. He suppressed his feelings of enmity for two reasons.
