Blood Elf Monarch

After blowing up Prince Janus' body, Tristan's Blood Synthesis seeped out all the blood from the corpse in order to prepare for the extraction process. 

[Blood Extraction]

[A mix of 7000 high-quality blood cells were found]

[Extracting and filtering the blood cells...]

[2850 Blood Essence points gained]

With a grimace, to his surprise Tristan realized that the Level 5 Katra elf prince provided the same amount of blood essence as the Katra 4 elders. This was a somewhat disappointing number, especially considering the amount of work it took to beat the wicked bastard.

While Tristan was still pondering on this number, he realized after he had extracted all the blood, there was something moving inside his Blood Synthetic Construct.

He quickly dispersed the floating pool of blood to find a glowing wisp that was about the size of a pearl shaking chaotically in the air.

From his memories, Tristan recognized it as the spirit soul of the elf prince. The last remaining bit of his life.

It was known that each Katra 5 elf possessed a spirit soul that resided within their immortal bodies, a life force that would remain forever as long as it stayed intact. With this, there was always going to be a possibility of bringing them back to life. 

When Tristan approached the prince's spirit soul, which was still hovering restlessly in the air, it began to dart around in an attempt to escape. But of course, Tristan wouldn't let it go; he quickly synthesized a cage that instantly trapped the soul in its confines, before floating it back in his direction. 

Tristan then reached his arm out, grabbing the small orb and holding it tightly in his palm. As his skin touched it, he suddenly realized that a new notification had materialized in his mind.

[Soul Extraction]

[One elven Rank 1 soul found]

[Proceed in extracting the soul?]

Extracting soul? This definitely a new skill he never heard before, this spirit soul must be what makes the Katra 4 eleves to be different

Tristan could feel that everyone crowded around him was watching him intently, completely perplexed. He was smart enough to know that extracting the soul would mean the total death of the price, but at the moment, he would not let this opportunity for advancement go to waste. 

"Yes!" He exclaimed, a slight grin on his face. 

He began the process of extraction, and as it occurred, he swore that he could hear the prince's screams echo in his mind. But he didn't care; in fact, he found joy in the anguished and pained groans that he was hearing. He found the noise to be a bonus reward after such a fight. 

It was at this moment that Tristan felt his stomach drop, and that something deep inside him was calling his name. Before he knew it, once again, he found himself standing in the middle of the Blood Lake, the scene materializing out of thin air around him. 

Just like how he left it last time, there was a house-like structure situated right in the middle of the lake, as if emerging from the dark water. And the way he felt about the place had changed as well. He no longer felt strangely about the place; instead, it all felt very familiar to him, as if he was returning home.

In the back of his mind, he could easily tell that this place was the domain that resided within the Monarch Heart.

After scanning the environment around him for more changes, Tristan started to walk forward in the direction of the house. All of a sudden, a single glowing droplet descended from the sky, approaching him rapidly. 

When he touched the droplet, he suddenly felt the presence of someone familiar, like a jolt that sent shivers down his spine. It was the prince he had just killed. He felt as though a ghost just walked through him. 

Right away, Tristan realized that the thing he was holding tightly in his grasp was the soul of the prince himself; the one that he had just extracted only moments prior. 

He started to walk towards the house yet again, he could feel the prince's soul darting around in his fist, but he kept his grip intact. 

As he entered the building, his mind wandered a bit; he thought about whether or not he would see Vitraz the blood elf again, but in his heart he knew that he wouldn't. So by the time he stepped foot inside the house, he immediately knew what to do with the glowing pearl in his hand.

He walked towards a staircase, and as soon as he got closer, he could see that chains were twisted around it. He opened his palm, and immediately, the glowing pearl floated towards the chains and was absorbed by them. As soon as the spirit orb was absorbed by the chains, they gradually loosened before eventually dissipating. The staircase had finally opened up.

Tristan's heart was beating fast as he walked down the hundred steps, it felt as if something exciting was waiting for him.

Finally, the stairs ended with an open space, he walks inside and sees himself in a circular room with an aquarium-like wall that is filled with blood. The room suddenly glowed and showed something that was standing in the center.

It was a stone statue of a woman, half-human and half something else, there was a horn on her forehead and a wing on her back. As soon as he gets closer, the statue trembles, and inside a beat of heart can be heard.

Tristan quickly remembers what was in front of him, as he smiles the statue starts to crack and all over, revealing the reddish skin of the woman.

Her body starts to move, walking out of the statue and her eyes open, she looked toward him with respect and said.

"My Lord Monarch, has the time finally come?"

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