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"Okay," it said, struggling like a child promised candy later. "But… later."
Sekhmet did not answer. He focused inward. "The mission says to consume twenty different types. I have eleven. I need nine more."
He activated Blood Eye and scanned the jars quickly, searching for distinct types. He did not need to drink a whole jar.
A sip would count.
A taste.
Just enough for the system to register. He selected nine jars with different classifications.
Beastkin (Boar) blood.
Night Deer blood.
Sky Serpent blood.
Shadow Lizard blood.
Demonkin blood.
Beast King blood flakes.
Fallen Angel blood.
Unknown humanoid beast blood.
One more jar that smelled strange, labeled by blood eye as "Ash Fang Raptor," a beast from some distant part of purgatory that had been preserved well.
"Nine. That made twenty."
Sekhmet stared at them. His throat tightened. This was not a heroic moment. This was not a proud moment. This was a man preparing to drink blood like medicine.
