Chapter 452 - Call of the Bloodline

The world was a maelstrom of failing senses. Noah’s vision swam, the familiar sight of his demonic forge blurring into a gray haze. The roar in his ears was not of the forge but of his own blood, a torrential river crashing against a dam that refused to break. His body, the vessel he had painstakingly tempered through unimaginable pain, was betraying him on a fundamental level. He remained on one knee, the cold, smooth hilts of the Silent Annihilation Blades the only solid things in his collapsing...