The moment Cain found the hidden imprint, his expression became cold.

Not outwardly.

No one around him noticed anything unusual. The surrounding vampires were still occupied celebrating, discussing possibilities for the future, speaking excitedly with the Moonshade family, or staring toward the three cocoons with awe and reverence.

Lord Vord continued talking passionately.

GrandLord Dreath laughed loudly at something Achilor said.

The Moonshade elders remained surrounded by powerful vampires trying to establish goodwill.

No one paid attention to Cain.

And that was exactly what he wanted.

Because inside him—

Something dangerous had awakened.

The hidden presence buried within the blood pact had not only manipulated the emotional connections between him and the three sisters.

It had touched his mind.

His thoughts.

His decisions.

Even if only gradually—

Even if only indirectly—

That alone was enough to enrage him.

An Overgod’s thoughts were not something others could touch casually.

Not even in his weakened state.

Not even after reincarnation.

And now that Cain confirmed someone had been interfering from the shadows—

He no longer intended to remain passive.

Very slowly, Cain stepped backward again.

Then another step. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Until he stood slightly farther from the others.

Still unnoticed.

Still ignored.

Then—

His body dissolved.

Not explosively.

Not dramatically.

Quietly.

Smoothly.

His physical form melted into flowing crimson liquid instantly before slipping directly into the ground beneath him like living blood disappearing into darkness.

No one saw it.

Not even GrandLord Dreath.

Because Cain concealed the transformation perfectly.

The underground world swallowed him instantly.

Darkness surrounded him from every direction as he flowed through the earth in blood form, moving faster and faster while following the hidden imprint buried within the blood pact connection.

The farther he went—

The clearer the hidden presence became.

And the more Cain sensed it—

The angrier he became.

Because now he could feel fear.

Not his own.

The other existence’s fear.

Extreme fear.

Terrified fear.

Like prey sensing a predator far beyond itself.

"...You know me..."

Cain’s thoughts sharpened dangerously.

Because this kind of fear—

Was not ordinary fear.

It was recognition.

Recognition of what he truly was.

The hidden presence suddenly moved.

Fast.

Extremely fast.

The moment it realized Cain was coming directly for it, it fled deeper underground instantly, moving through layers of blood mana pathways hidden beneath reality itself.

Cain’s blood form accelerated immediately.

The underground trembled faintly as he pursued relentlessly.

The hidden figure panicked harder.

Its movements became chaotic now, desperately weaving through countless blood pathways trying to escape detection.

But Cain continued following.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Then suddenly—

The hidden presence attacked first.

Thin crimson spikes erupted from all directions underground, carrying strange blood mana filled with emotional corruption, trying to invade Cain’s consciousness again just like before.

Cain’s eyes turned cold.

His blood form exploded outward instantly.

The spikes shattered immediately.

Destroyed effortlessly.

And then Cain attacked back.

A single slash of blood mana cut through the underground darkness.

Silent.

Absolute.

An Overgod attack.

Even weakened, even restrained by this lower existence body, the attack still carried terrifying authority beyond ordinary comprehension.

The hidden figure barely escaped.

The slash passed beside it and erased an enormous section of underground space completely, leaving behind only emptiness.

Cain narrowed his eyes immediately.

"...You dodged?"

That surprised him.

Because ordinary existences should not dodge attacks like that.

Not at this distance.

Not under this pressure.

The hidden figure fled harder.

Faster.

Panic radiated from it violently now.

Cain pursued immediately.

Another attack.

Crimson chains exploded outward from his blood form, piercing through underground tunnels like living dragons trying to seize the fleeing existence instantly.

Again—

It escaped.

Barely.

But it escaped.

Cain’s expression slowly changed.

Not confusion.

Interest.

Because now things became clearer.

This existence was not merely hiding inside the blood pact randomly.

It possessed frightening survival instincts.

And more importantly—

It recognized Overgod-level attacks.

That alone meant it knew things it absolutely should not know.

"...Who are you..."

Cain attacked again.

This time dozens of blood spears erupted simultaneously throughout the underground space, each carrying destructive authority capable of annihilating souls directly.

The fleeing figure screamed internally in terror.

Yet somehow—

It still escaped.

Not cleanly.

One spear grazed it slightly.

A distorted cry echoed underground immediately afterward.

Cain accelerated instantly.

The blood beneath the earth surged violently around him now, responding to his will as endless crimson currents flooded through underground pathways.

The hidden figure became increasingly desperate.

It abandoned concealment completely.

The underground world exploded with movement as the fleeing existence unleashed strange blood spells continuously to delay Cain’s pursuit.

Illusions.

Emotional distortions.

False pathways.

Memory interference.

One after another.

But Cain crushed everything instantly.

Nothing slowed him.

Nothing stopped him.

The hidden figure’s terror only deepened further.

Because the more it fled—

The more certain it became.

This truly was him.

The Overgod.

The existence it feared most.

"...Impossible..."

A terrified voice echoed faintly underground.

"...Why are you here..."

Cain heard it clearly.

And immediately attacked harder.

The underground shattered violently as enormous blood pressure descended upon the fleeing figure.

This time—

It stumbled.

Only slightly.

But enough.

Cain appeared behind it instantly.

For the first time—

He saw it clearly.

A distorted crimson humanoid figure wrapped in flowing blood mist, its appearance unstable like a half-formed existence desperately trying to maintain shape.

Its face remained blurry.

Unclear.

Yet its fear—

Was obvious.

Extreme.

Absolute.

The instant it sensed Cain behind it, the figure screamed and fled again immediately.

Cain attacked without hesitation.

His hand transformed into a massive blood claw reaching directly toward the fleeing figure’s body.

The figure twisted violently mid-flight.

Escaped again.

But barely.

Cain’s eyes narrowed dangerously now.

Because his attacks—

Should not be this avoidable.

Even weakened Overgod authority should still overwhelm lower existences completely.

Unless—

The figure understood him deeply enough to predict instinctively.

That thought immediately made Cain more dangerous.

The underground blood currents exploded around him violently.

This time he stopped chasing directly.

Instead—

He flooded the entire underground space with blood mana instantly.

Every pathway.

Every tunnel.

Every hidden route.

Completely sealed.

The fleeing figure froze.

Panic erupted from it immediately afterward.

Because now—

There was nowhere left to escape.

Cain appeared calmly before it.

The distorted figure turned instantly trying to flee another direction—

And collided directly into a wall of blood mana.

Blocked.

It tried another.

Blocked again.

Its fear intensified further.

"...No..."

Cain finally spoke directly.

His voice cold.

Dangerously calm.

"...You’ve run enough."

The figure trembled violently.

Then suddenly exploded into countless smaller blood fragments trying to scatter in every direction at once.

Cain’s expression did not change.

His hand rose slowly.

Then closed.

Instantly—

The entire underground space compressed violently.

Every blood fragment froze mid-air.

And then—

Collapsed back together forcibly.

The distorted figure reformed again immediately afterward.

This time trapped completely inside a cage of crimson blood authority.

It struggled desperately.

Screaming.

Thrashing.

Trying everything to escape.

Nothing worked.

Cain stepped closer slowly.

The figure shook harder the closer he came.

Like prey before certain death.

Cain’s eyes became colder.

"...You altered my thoughts."

The figure trembled violently.

"...You tampered with the blood pact."

Still trembling.

"...You manipulated memories."

The figure suddenly collapsed completely onto the underground surface, its unstable body shaking endlessly from fear.

Cain reached toward it slowly.

And the instant his hand touched its throat—

The figure screamed desperately.

"WAIT!"

Its voice echoed sharply underground.

"Please!"

The distorted figure shook violently beneath Cain’s grasp.

"Please don’t kill me!"