The Blood Demon is a disaster.

Such was the truth. He possessed the ability to freely wield and command the spiritual artifacts bound to him.

Even imbuing one’s energy into such artifacts to subjugate them meant nothing before the Blood Demon. If the Blood Demon declared something to be true, there was no reason to find it strange.

Because he was a disaster.

As an existence beyond humanity, it wasn’t peculiar for him to wield such powers.

The problem, however, was that I could do the same.

I possessed a power akin to a disaster. This alone was enough to …