The Conquerors Path Chapter 994 - 992-Fast Changing Situtaion.

"I'm seriously considering whisking you away with me. Talent like yours could truly reshape the entire world, you realize?"

"I know."

A smile crossed my face in response, prompting Vixuola to let out a soft laugh. Yet her stare grew even more piercing, as if peering straight into my soul, with a newfound gleam sparkling in her eyes that hadn't been there moments ago. We sipped our drinks quietly for a while, savoring the gentle evening breeze and the peaceful stillness, before I finally broke the silence.

"I sought this meeting to secure your backing for the faction I'm planning to establish."

Those words left Vixuola quiet, her features taking on a contemplative air. She then set her glass down on the table separating us, her faint smile lingering as she posed her question.

"Why me?"

It was a straightforward inquiry, and I answered without delay this time.

"I prepared thoroughly before arriving. You're aware of my origins, aren't you? Information flows to me in abundance, and through it, I zeroed in on you."

My statement echoed in the air, yet Vixuola's face showed little alteration as she replied.

"And? You haven't revealed the true motive yet."

In response, I fell silent, an unspoken understanding flickering between us while I adopted a notably reluctant look, before continuing.

"How secure is everything I share right here?"

That prompted even greater intrigue from Vixuola, who assured me.

"Completely secure. Whatever you utter stays solely between us—no one else will ever hear it."

"What I'm about to reveal will impact the vampires on a massive scale as well."

Now my declaration had captured Vixuola's full attention, her demeanor deepening with contemplation over the unfolding matter. So, adopting a gravely earnest face, I inquired.

"Have you ever come across tales of Blood Angels?"

As soon as those words escaped my lips, the surrounding air turned icy still. It felt like the very realm we inhabited had shuddered in disbelief, as though the fabric of reality itself quivered—and I recognized this reaction stemmed entirely from the lady before me. Following my utterance, Vixuola's countenance remained utterly unchanged.

However, her lack of verbal reply or visible shift didn't imply nothing stirred within. I held my breath, awaiting her ultimate response. This time, Vixuola's features softened into a deeper calm; more precisely, they hardened into a genuinely solemn demeanor as she straightened her posture, her jewel-like eyes gleaming with unprecedented intensity, grey flecks and all, before she uttered.

"I might have an idea. What about it?"

Her response intensified the gravity on my own face. After all, I'd conducted my private investigations—not through DarkNight, but via the system—to identify the ideal ally in the war council for this identity I've crafted, and the details led straight to this very woman across from me.

As mentioned, converting her into a Blood Angel would prove immensely beneficial for my goals, yet that's not the approach I intend to take. To become a Blood Angel entails a complete metamorphosis into an entity devoted exclusively to me, their very essence torn asunder to exist only in service to my will—and I refuse to impose such a fate on anyone merely for my convenience.

Should they have wronged me deeply, or if they fall into the world's "evil" ranks, I'd have no qualms forcing the change as retribution. It benefits me greatly in that case. But deploying it selfishly for personal gain would merely drag me further into the shadowy trail I sense I'm already treading; fortunately, superior methods exist to harness that power independently.

Reflecting on these thoughts, I meticulously shaped my upcoming statements before voicing them.

"To you, I seem fully human, but in truth, I carry vampire blood within. More precisely, during my youth, I stumbled into an ancient realm, one tied to origins so primordial that even now I can't pinpoint their source. Facing death up close, I was somehow judged deserving, receiving an infusion of superior lineage, an elevated form of being, and direction toward a profound awakening, evolving into something far greater..."

I halted there, gazing intently at the woman opposite me. Her radiant eyes quivered with surging feelings, her breathing quickening noticeably, until Vixuola, reining in her composure briefly, questioned.

"How can I possibly trust that?"

"You sense it, right? That irresistible draw toward me. It affects every vampire I've encountered."

Those lines caused Vixuola to recoil slightly, her stare intensifying momentarily while words failed her. From the instant I stepped into this space, I'd amplified my vampiric allure to heightened levels.

"Plus..."

Pausing at that point, I rose from my chair and stepped a short distance away, remaining within Vixuola's view, before shrugging off my shirt to let it drop to the floor. Revealed upon my back was the identical mark that appeared when I absorbed Farah—the wings. With a mere mental command, they unfurled from my shoulders, enveloped in a crimson glow as they moved gracefully behind me, waving elegantly yet lethally, reminiscent of rivulets of blood cascading from their edges.

The instant this occurred, my presence transformed, growing fiercer, more threatening, and volatile. I even briefly extended my fangs for emphasis while holding my position, and simultaneously, I nearly unleashed the subtle drain of my vital energy, striking Vixuola with perfect precision as her form went rigid.

The scarlet power encircling her nearly erupted outward, though she restrained it just in time, her visage momentarily overcome with wonder, until I caught her murmured words.

"By the Ancestors..."

Bliss radiated from her features, akin to the desperate relief of a parched wanderer in the wastes discovering an oasis after endless torment. Disbelief gripped her as Vixuola gradually rose from her chair, her limbs quaking slightly while she approached me. The seasoned veteran had vanished; in her place emerged a fervent soul, reverent upon uncovering the lifelong quest's fulfillment.

Taking tentative strides, she drew near, examining me closely as her fingers reached tentatively for my wings, only to withdraw, her face conflicted. The mighty Vixuola, famed Blood Queen of immense influence, regarded me with beseeching eyes and ventured.

"May I?"

Her plea brought a grin to my lips, and I inclined my head in assent. Swallowing her surging urges, she cautiously reached out to caress my wings. Their dual nature of tenderness and peril drew another swallow from her throat. Briefly, she immersed herself in the sensation, but soon regained control, withdrawing her touch with reluctance.

There I remained, wings extended wide, facing Vixuola squarely as she stood before me, struggling vainly to master her impulses while I pressed on with my words.

"My investigations revealed you've devoted yourself wholly to the vampire race and take immense pride in your heritage. You safeguard prodigies and defend your people, which is why I chose to reveal my true nature to someone like you— a figure I can rely on utterly. That's the reason I approached you."

My declaration forced Vixuola to draw several steadying breaths, her overwhelming cravings proving a fierce battle even for one of her stature. She fought with every ounce of strength to avoid dropping to her knees or pleading for my essence.

At this moment, I embodied the breakthrough she'd pursued across her existence: a route to advancement. Consider those who've scaled the pinnacle of their potential—they yearn to ascend further, particularly power-hungry souls aiming to surpass all limits. For Vixuola, the Blood Angel route represented her sole avenue ahead, tailored exclusively for her growth.

Yet it had remained an impossible fantasy, shattered only when I appeared directly before her, dismantling every rational barrier she held.