The temple is within sight again, this time you have more control of your body than the previous time you were here. You feel powerful and unrestrained. You still feel the tug that compels your body to enter the temple, but this time you do not resist.

The old man is no longer waiting for you at the entrance, you see a middle-aged man there this time. His body looks fuller and not as frail as the old gatekeeper. He had a head full of hair, and a demeanour of calm and serenity. You realise that this time the blood oozing out of the temple is no longer gushing out in full force rather the stream feels and looks slower, almost as if the last time you were here you saw a raging river of blood, but now you see a stream of calm blood.

As you approach the man, he smiles at you while giving you a curt nod.

“Your fate is strong, and not many of us have the same grasp of fate as you, those who succeed often become greater in the larger scale of destiny,” he says

You acknowledge him, but realise you can’t converse yet. The man understands as he beckons you to go further inside. The temple is now further illuminated, showing you more glyphs on the wall. Some of which you cannot understand while others, you are almost certain are part of your life being drawn out in crude symbols. Expecting the middle age man to appear at the ritual altar, you find your expectations not met as the old man can be seen at the altar waiting for you.

“Come, you have only felt half of the full potential given to you, there is more you must unveil in order to fully grasp your heritage,” the old man says as he leads you to the altar.

You lie down with your back facing the altar yet again, this time you realise the altar is giving off small vibrations. You can feel your body achieving harmony with the altar. The old man places his palm upon your eyes again, this time you are prepared. You see no visions this time as your mind goes blank.

A dazzling white light blinds your view as you try to get a sense of your surroundings. There is no sound and no sense of touch, it’s as if you are isolated from reality. The light dims as you wander around aimlessly in a vast whiteness. A white demon emerges from the whiteness and while startled, you do not have the immediate jerk reaction to fight the demon. It almost feels familiar to you. You embrace the demon as it approaches you and with it, the warmth imbued within you closing your eyes as if to bask in the feeling.

After that moment which felt like an eternity, you open your eyes and you can see Zelinas and Boborygos sitting at the table in the middle of the room. Your body feels refreshed with no sign that it had gone through a life and death battle. Boborygos becomes the first to see you awake and beckons Zelinas.

“You did it!!” she says

“I guess I did, I actually went through the ritual successfully” you reply

Boborygos nods approvingly before stating how very few of my kind can succeed and that he has felt you had the better chance at succeeding has been proven by your success gives him a positive glow.

The completion of the ritual has given you new extensions to your power, as your mastery over blood has now been increased tenfold. Previously you can create shapes and tools with your blood or with the opponent's blood, but now you can also freely manipulate blood without external wounds as a requirement. You are also able to learn a new state of magic unique to your people called Blood Reality, whereby you can artificially create blood through magic engulfing the battlefield in blood and being able to control whole areas. Zelinas reminded you, however, that the state is hard to control, especially for someone new to the power.

Your newfound power and abilities will serve you well in the upcoming battles, and now that your party is ready, the three of you head off to the northern valley, in hopes of finally getting rid of the potential Daemonic weapon being able to summon the Daemon Lord.