Ancestral Lineage-Chapter 95: Lisa Tennyson. High Human.

Ethan’s thoughts were a chaotic mess. He couldn’t reason, couldn’t think. Even with his formidable willpower, the pull was overwhelming, as if he were bound by an unbreakable command. His body moved on instinct, unyielding to his rational mind. It was as if a voice deep within commanded him, drink, and there was no resisting it.

The blood… oh, the blood. It was unlike anything he’d ever tasted. It made even the essence of the gargoyle elder—a delicacy among delicacies—seem like foul, bitter medicine. This blood was the epitome of perfection, sweet as the purest nectar, bursting with a flavor beyond description. It was indulgence incarnate, a divine cuisine that far surpassed anything he could have imagined. Ethan was utterly lost, consumed by this blissful paradise, drowning in what he could only describe as blood heaven.

His fangs sank deeper into Lisa’s neck, and every drop of her essence ignited an unholy euphoria within him. It coursed through his veins, each pulse more electrifying than the last. He felt unstoppable, invincible, as if he had ascended into a realm of absolute perfection.

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Ethan was meditating, attempting to stabilize his breakthrough to the mid-Advanced level. The process had been abrupt—far too rushed. According to his tantrum-prone system’s first warning, his double Sync ability and the desperate fight against a personification of the moon had pushed his body well beyond its limits. It had responded by forcibly adapting to the changes, catapulting him forward to the Advanced level’s mid, nearly peak, stage. The toll had been immense, sending him into a two-week coma. During that time, his body entered a self-recovery mode, stabilizing his raging energy and healing itself to prevent his death—or worse, permanent crippling.

To move forward, Ethan needed to fulfill specific requirements to progress from Advanced to Warrior level. Unfortunately, he hadn’t done so directly. His only options were to stabilize his powers first, then complete the necessary steps or undergo his first Blood Primogenitor Evolution, which would bypass those requirements entirely. Yet, the latter seemed unattainable. He had no access to a powerful vampire whose blood he could extract. Even as their origin, he was too weak to enforce his authority.

Moreover, Blood Magic loomed as a daunting enigma. It wasn’t an innate affinity or a skill one could awaken; it required knowledge, mastery, and practice—none of which he currently possessed.

And so, Ethan immersed himself in meditation, striving to gather his thoughts. Stabilizing his volatile powers wasn’t solely his burden; Trevor, his brother, was deeply tied to the process as well. As he sat cross-legged, Ethan felt the seething energy within him, barely concealed by his Master of Auras, slowly begin to settle. His beasts aided him in this endeavor, their constant presence making the task a fraction easier. At this rate, Ethan believed he would stabilize before the upcoming outing—and perhaps even experience another breakthrough.

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Ethan succeeded in stabilizing his energy, but a sudden, fiery surge roared to life within him, searing through his veins. It was warm yet consuming, its glow radiating a deep crimson. His eyes snapped open, now glowing a vivid blood red, revealing a world bathed entirely in shades of red. Only one figure stood apart: a golden humanoid being, radiant and feminine.

The aura she exuded was tantalizing, almost maddening. It was sweet, intoxicating, and irresistible. Ethan’s chest heaved as he drew in a sharp breath, savoring her scent like the finest perfume. His every cell felt renewed, reinvigorated, as though a mighty shackle had shattered within him.

Without hesitation—or perhaps without control—he pounced, his fangs piercing her neck.

The taste was beyond bliss, an indescribable euphoria that sent him spiraling into ecstasy. The golden being trembled in his grip, her head lolling back as she moaned softly, lost in her own trance. He held her tightly, devouring her blood with unrestrained hunger. For twenty minutes, Ethan feasted, his mind and body utterly consumed.

Finally, the golden being stirred, her voice soft and melodic.

"Ethan…"

"Gurgle! Gurgle!"

"How long have you been holding back?"

"Gurgle! Gurgle!"

"I’m happy to help you," she whispered, a weak but playful smile on her lips. "I hope to be by your side… at least as your blood bank… hehe."

"Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!"

"My blood is that sweet? I’m glad." Lisa’s fingers threaded through Ethan’s hair, stroking gently as he drank. Though her blissful haze persisted, its intensity waned slightly, though she didn’t know why.

Another five minutes passed, and Ethan felt a tremor run through him. He abruptly pulled his fangs from Lisa’s neck, licking the spilled blood from her skin and his lips with a satisfied expression. His face radiated an almost divine euphoria, as if he had just tasted the nectar of the gods.

"That was the best!" he exclaimed, his voice resounding with power and satisfaction.

"I’m glad you liked it…" Lisa said weakly, her eyelids fluttering as exhaustion overtook her.

"W-What? Lisa?" Ethan’s tone shifted, alarm surging through him as he noticed her growing weaker. Her golden eyes closed, and her body sagged against him.

"Lisa! Lisa!" He shook her gently, his mind racing with panic. "She’s still alive, but her aura is so weak!"

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’Calm down, kid.’

The familiar voice startled him.

"Zark?!"

’The one and only.’

"Where the hell have you been? I thought—"

’We don’t have time for that.’ Zark cut him off. ’I’ll explain later. For now, listen carefully. The girl in your arms is a High Human.’

"What the hell is a High Human?" Ethan demanded.

Ding!

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High Human: A descendant of the first man, Adam. Stronger and purer than regular humans, with lifespans reaching a thousand years. They do not age past thirty unless suffering extreme trauma or debilitating sickness. Their blood rivals that of the Vampire Progenitor, making them the ultimate delicacy for vampires. Having a High Human as your blood bank is akin to having the Progenitor as a servant.

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"What?!"

’Keep it down, kid,’ Zark scolded.

"So what do we do?"

’*What do you do* is the better question.’

"... Fine. What do I do?"

’Blood Magic.’

Ethan froze. "Come again?"

’You’re going to learn Blood Magic.’

"In less than two hours?!"

’You’re talented. You can do it.’

"B-But—"

’No buts! Let’s start.’

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Ethan hesitated, his grip tightening on Lisa as her weak breaths fanned against his neck. Panic and urgency warred within him.

"Zark… I don’t even know where to start!"

’Calm your nerves. Blood Magic isn’t like manipulating raw energy or simple elemental affinity. It’s intricate—alive. It draws from your will, your essence, and your bloodline. You’re its origin, Ethan, but it’s not something that comes naturally. You must command it.’

"Command it? How?!"

’First, you need to feel it. Blood Magic isn’t just magic—it’s a connection. A bond between your will and the essence of life itself. It’s not an element. It’s power given form through intent.’

Ethan swallowed, his blood-red eyes glinting in the crimson-tinged world he still saw. "Okay… what do I do?"

’Sit down. Place her on your lap. Focus. The first step is to locate the magic within you. Your blood is the conduit, but it’s your willpower that will ignite it. Close your eyes. Feel it coursing through you—the pulse of your veins, the flow of life within.’

Ethan obeyed, settling onto the ground and cradling Lisa gently in his arms. Her pale face made his heart clench, but he forced himself to focus. He closed his eyes, his breathing slowing as he tuned into his body.

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At first, all he felt was the chaotic hum of his newfound power stabilizing, like a storm barely contained. But as he dug deeper, something shifted. He felt it: a warm, thrumming current, like molten fire racing through his veins.

’That’s it,’ Zark’s voice encouraged. ’Now concentrate. Let the blood flow freely within you. Don’t fight it. Guide it.’

Ethan furrowed his brow, sweat beading on his temples as he visualized the sensation. His mind locked onto the rhythm, each heartbeat a steady drum that echoed through his body. The warmth intensified, spreading outward until his entire being felt saturated with it.

’Good. Now, shape it.’

"Shape it?" Ethan’s voice trembled.

’Yes. Blood Magic responds to intent. Picture the energy as something malleable, like clay. You must mold it. Focus on Lisa. Your goal is to regenerate her blood, to heal her. Your will must align with that purpose.’

Ethan’s breathing quickened as he visualized the glowing current within him taking form. It wasn’t easy. The power was wild, unruly, like a beast refusing to be tamed. Every time he tried to shape it, it slipped through his mental grasp, burning and scattering like embers in the wind.

"Damn it!" he hissed through gritted teeth.

’Stay calm, Ethan! Blood Magic demands patience. If you panic, it will resist you.’

Ethan took a shuddering breath, forcing his frustration down. He centered his thoughts on Lisa, on her faint pulse, her fragile body resting against him. His intent sharpened, his resolve hardening.

"Regenerate her blood. Heal her," he whispered like a mantra.

The chaotic current responded, slowly bending to his will. It coalesced into a glowing sphere within his chest, pulsing with vibrant red light.

’You’re getting there. Now push it outward, into your hands. Let it flow into her.’

Ethan’s hands trembled as the glowing energy surged down his arms, igniting his palms with a soft crimson aura. He pressed his hands gently against Lisa’s chest, his mind wholly focused on the intent to save her.

The moment his magic connected with her, a shockwave of resistance slammed into him. Lisa’s body instinctively rejected the foreign energy, and Ethan gasped as the force nearly knocked him over.

’Her body is fighting back,’ Zark explained. ’She’s a High Human. Her blood is pure and strong—it won’t accept help so easily. You need to push harder. Overwhelm her natural defenses.’

"Overwhelm her? I don’t want to hurt her!"

’You won’t if you maintain control. Remember, Ethan: intent. Let your willpower guide you.’

Gritting his teeth, Ethan dug deeper into the core of his power, pouring every ounce of his determination into the glowing magic. "Stay with me, Lisa. Please."

This time, when the crimson energy flowed into her, the resistance was still there—but he pushed through it, his intent blazing like a firestorm. The magic surged, spreading through Lisa’s body. Her pale complexion began to regain some color, and her shallow breaths grew steadier.

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Minutes felt like hours as Ethan poured his very soul into the spell. Sweat soaked his clothes, and his vision blurred from the strain, but he refused to stop. Finally, the resistance faded, and the crimson aura dimmed, signaling that the process was complete.

Lisa’s golden eyes fluttered open, their glow faint but present.

"E-Ethan…" she murmured weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan slumped forward, his head resting against her shoulder as relief washed over him. "You’re okay… thank God."

’You did it, kid,’ Zark said, his voice tinged with pride. ’Welcome to the first step of Blood Magic.’