For a while, not a single soul dared take a sip. The awkward tension lingered in the air. Lord Blood sat calmly, aloof and indifferent, as if he couldn't care less.
A fairly well-known hooded figure glanced around, trying to see if anyone had already drunk from their glass. But so far, no one had.
Just when it seemed the silence would stretch on forever, someone suddenly raised a trembling hand and spoke in a shaky voice:
"Lord Blood... may I be excused? I... I can't do this. I'm not used to drinking blood or... anything like this..."
His voice quivered, barely hiding his revulsion. But Lord Blood didn't even lift his head. He simply waved his hand casually—
And the man's head was instantly severed from his body.
Everyone around him froze in terror.
"Did you all think this was a child's game?" Lord Blood said, finally lifting his gaze. "Did you forget that every action has a price... and every mistake has consequences?"
He scanned the room with a knowing, almost amused smile.
