August 18, months after the gate-break incident.
In a dark, empty forest, blood flowed like it had a mind of its own, taking the shape of a slithering serpent. The dim moonlight shone on the terrain below, lighting up the body of the terrifying blood serpent drilling into the ground.
Nearby, a similar-looking blood giant could be seen gazing at the ground where the serpent was digging.
'A little more.' Oliver thought.
The forest was filled with mutant trees that would voraciously devour everything they could get their roots into. So, he didn't have to dig deep.
'That's enough.'
Once the pit was satisfactorily big and deep, he cancelled the control over the blood serpent connected to his body. Immediately, the blood was sucked back, filling his blood sac which now could hold about 40,000 litres of blood.
'Now, I should bury it.'
