(You have successfully absorbed the blood source energy of ???) (Your bloodline has successfully been simulated) ---) Bloodline: ??? (Eternal Grade) (Unawakened) Azrael stared at the notifications flashing before his eyes, his expression frozen in shock. As he read through them and the reality of the situation sank in, he closed his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to calm his turbulent mind, that was completely shaken after reading the words—Eternal Grade. Using Cold Blooded Trait, Azrael forcefully suppressed the chaos within and regained complete control over his emotions and when he opened his eyes again, they were stripped of confusion and sentiment, reflecting only cold indifference. Follow current novels on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 He dismissed the notifications flashing before him for now, knowing that he first needed to understand the situation. "Let’s start again..." He said calmly to Nalvadir. "First of all, tell me, what is this place?" Nalvadir looked into Azrael’s eyes, which were now stripped of all emotion and filled only with cold indifference and for a brief moment, a glint of excitement flashed across his face. "You don’t have to worry, Young Lord. This is just a spiritual space inside the sanguinal throne," He explained in a respectful tone. "To communicate with you, I had to pull your consciousness here." "A spiritual space..." Azrael raised an eyebrow, recalling the trial he had undergone to form a contract with the Fallen Star. At that time, the Fallen Star had also drawn him into a spiritual space in order to test him. As he thought of this, Azrael realized another fact. "Since you needed to pull me into this spiritual space to communicate, does that mean you don’t have a physical body?" He asked, his eyes narrowing. "Yes, Young Lord," Nalvadir nodded calmly. "I died a very long time ago. The one communicating with you now is merely a strand of my soul that I left behind before my death." ’You can do that?’ Azrael was genuinely surprised at Nalvadir’s words and studied his tall figure with a thoughtful look. "So, what is your situation now?" He asked after a moment. "You’re saying you’ve already died, but to me, you look very much alive." Nalvadir shook his head at Azrael’s words. "It is because of the support of the Sanguinal Throne that this strand of my soul has been able to remain intact for such a long time. But now..." He looked at Azrael and smiled faintly. "Now that the purpose of the Sanguinal Throne has been fulfilled, it will soon crumble, and along with it, my soul strand will also disappear." Azrael listened carefully to Nalvadir’s words, and several questions formed in his mind. "Let’s set aside the purpose of this Sanguinal Throne for now, as I already have a guess what it was..." He said, narrowing his eyes. "The thing I am most curious about is your purpose. Why did you place a strand of your soul into this throne? Why are you so familiar with me? And most importantly, what do you want from me?" Nalvadir met Azrael’s cold gaze without flinching. "I can’t tell you how I know so much about you, Young Lord," He answered in a low voice. "But I can tell you my purpose for leaving behind this strand of my soul. I did it to tell you something important." Azrael continued to watch him expressionlessly, waiting for him to explain. "The broken fragments of Ancient Genesis..." Nalvadir spoke in a solemn voice. "The legacy of the Enders is scattered within the broken fragments of the Ancient Genesis. You must find those fragments and claim the legacy that has been left behind for you." "Legacy of the Enders..." Azrael frowned at Nalvadir’s words. "What do you mean by it being left behind for me? Are you the one who left it?" Nalvadir shook his head at the question. "No, I am not worthy enough to leave a legacy for you. It is something left behind by someone else, for you." Azrael’s confusion deepened at Nalvadir’s words, and he wanted to ask whom he was speaking about. But before he could, Nalvadir shook his head. "I can’t tell you who left the legacy for you." Azrael looked at Nalvadir expressionlessly, his mind racing with countless thoughts. "By the broken fragments of Ancient Genesis... you mean Ancient Ruins, correct?" He asked after a moment. "Correct," Nalvadir nodded. "Just place, there are other Broken Fragments of the Ancient Genesis that hold things connected to the legacy of the Enders. You must seek them out." Azrael gazed at Nalvadir without expression before speaking again. "What if I don’t want this legacy?" Nalvadir smiled faintly at Azrael’s words and replied calmly, "It is fine even if you do not wish to claim the legacy of the Enders, Young Lord." Azrael’s gaze turned even colder seeing Nalvadir’s expression, and even with his Cold Blooded Trait in effect, he almost cursed at this bastard. Azrael’s weakness was that he was hungry for power. He wanted to become strong... strong enough that he would never have to fear anyone. Strong enough that he would never again go through the same kind of suffering he had endured on Earth. Strong enough that he would never lose someone dear to him again, as he had lost Kael on Earth. Although he was still unclear about the situation, he had already seen that the bloodline he received earlier from the so called Sanguinal Throne was of Eternal Grade. Azrael possessed the Eternal Grade Trait, Infinite Comprehension, and it was one of the main reasons why he was so strong at his current level. The bloodline that appeared on his status window was undoubtedly something he had received from the Sanguinal Throne, which was itself a part of the legacy of the Enders Nalvadir spoke of. For someone like him, who desperately desired strength, the legacy of the Enders was a temptation that could accelerate his growth immensely. It was as though someone had placed meat before a starving lion and said: It’s up to you whether you want to eat it or not. Knowing that the legacy of the Enders contained things such as an Eternal Grade bloodline, Azrael understood that he would inevitably desire it for himself. And from the faint smile on Nalvadir’s face, he could tell that the man was very familiar with his personality, knowing full well that Azrael would seek out the legacy even though he had asked what would happen if he chose not to. ’Just what is this guy’s deal, and how does he know so much about me...’ Azrael felt irritated inwardly. But suddenly, he thought of the doubts he had about his sudden appearance in Genesis from Earth, and his heart skipped a beat. ’Does he know about this as well?’ He looked at Nalvadir for a moment before opening his mouth, deciding to ask him directly. "Do you know how I appeared in this world?"