My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 118: Reverse Blood Eclipse

Faith’s fingers tightened instinctively, blood gathering once more at her palms as she prepared to attack him again, anger and pride urging her to break free and strike down this mysterious man who dared to bind her and drag her from the hall.

The crimson energy trembled around her wrists, pressing against the restraints Cain had placed, and for a brief second she was ready to unleash another flurry of blades at his back.

Then she truly looked.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The open grassy space was a battlefield without clear sides. Moonshade soldiers were grappling with their own kin, forcing them to the ground, pinning their arms, dodging savage claws that tore through stone as if it were wet soil.

Those who had succumbed to the Blood Moon no longer resembled noble vampires. Their bodies had twisted into thin, bony shapes, skin stretched tight over jagged frames, wings of raw red membrane tearing through their backs. Their mouths were elongated, filled with needle-like teeth, and their eyes burned with wild hunger.

Faith’s heart began to pound.

Every single one of them radiated power.

Not the ordinary strength of trained blood soldiers. Not even the cultivated might of captains.

They were in the Blood Foundation realm.

Her mind reeled as she felt their aura crash against her senses like waves in a storm. She had studied the ancestors back in the Blood Tower.

Those ancestors had been legends of the Moonshade family, pillars who could bend blood and shape flesh with a thought.

These rampaging figures... they felt equal to that.

No.

They felt stronger.

Even without reason, without technique, without control, the raw pressure leaking from their bodies pressed down on her chest. It was dense, wild blood mana spilling into the air in thick currents, so heavy it felt almost solid.

She swallowed hard.

Some of them were at peak stage.

She could tell.

The way their veins glowed brighter, the way the air around them warped under their uncontrolled power, the way their claws carved deep trenches into the stone ground with careless swipes.

One such creature roared and slammed both fists into the earth, cracking the open grassy space floor and sending shards of rock flying. Three soldiers barely managed to leap aside in time.

Faith felt fear rise cold in her stomach.

Even if she was in the same realm of mana mastery, she knew she would lose. She had discipline, yes, and refined control. But these beings were swollen with force that went beyond refinement. It was like comparing a sharpened blade to a falling mountain.

Her gaze flickered to the man beside her.

Why is he calm?

He stood there with steady breathing, eyes focused, posture relaxed as though he were observing a lesson rather than a disaster.

Isn’t he afraid?

The thought lingered for a second, then she dismissed it quickly.

He is only in the fifth stage of Blood Infusion.

She could sense it clearly. His aura was controlled, compact, nowhere near the explosive might of Blood Foundation. And yet... he had evaded her attacks with ease. He had bound her without hurting her. He had moved through captains as though they were children.

She felt confusion tighten in her chest.

Very confused.

Her pride hated that feeling.

On the other side, Cain inhaled slowly and extended his hand forward.

A single drop of blood formed at his fingertip.

It gleamed dark red under the chaotic light of the open grassy space.

Faith narrowed her eyes.

That is not ordinary blood.

The drop floated upward, hovering between them, spinning slowly in place. It began to grow, drawing in faint threads of crimson from the air.

Then something strange happened.

From the far end of the open grassy space, where the remains of wild dog clan beasts lay scattered from earlier clashes, thin streams of blood began to rise.

Faith’s eyes widened.

The blood that had soaked into fur and stone lifted into the air as if gravity had lost its hold on it. It flowed in twisting lines toward the floating drop, merging into it without a splash, without a sound.

The orb grew larger.

And larger.

Cain’s jaw tightened slightly.

Earlier, when the three sisters had been present, their combined presence had suppressed the environment so heavily that he could not draw upon outside blood without alerting them. That was why he had needed to advance, to seize control, to obtain access to the fallen dog clan blood for his own purpose.

Now there was nothing stopping him.

Faith watched in frozen terror as the small drop became a sphere the size of a fist, then a melon, then larger still. It pulsed with deep crimson light, veins of darker black weaving inside it like threads of night.

"What... what kind of magic is this..." she whispered.

The orb rose higher into the air until it hovered above the open grassy space like a second sun, though its glow was not warm. It was thick and heavy, like a clot of living essence.

Cain lifted his hand toward it and spoke clearly.

"Reverse Blood Eclipse."

The words seemed to ripple outward.

The orb flared.

Above them, the pale moonlight that had bathed the tower grounds in its dangerous glow dimmed as the blood orb expanded further, spreading into a wide disk that cast a red veil over the moon.

For a moment, it truly looked as if the moon had been swallowed.

The rampaging Moonshade members roared, their bodies still thrashing violently. One tore free from three soldiers and leaped high into the air, wings beating wildly.

But then... something changed.

Their movements did not stop, not at once, but there was a difference.

Their claws did not swing quite as fast.

Their wings faltered mid-beat.

Their snarls broke into uneven growls.

Faith leaned forward, unable to believe her eyes.

Cain closed his eyes briefly and began to chant.

His voice was low at first, almost drowned by the chaos.

"Per sanguinem vetustum... per pactum tenebrarum... revoca mentem, revoca animam..."

The air vibrated.

The blood orb pulsed in rhythm with his words.

Faith felt the hair on her arms rise as the chant continued, his tone growing deeper, more resonant, carrying authority that did not belong to a mere fifth stage cultivator. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Luna rubra, solve vinculum furoris... solve rabiem... solve ignem in corde..."

Each phrase echoed strangely, as though layered with older voices beneath his own.

The rampaging creatures staggered.

One of them paused mid-swipe, claws hovering inches from a soldier’s throat. Its glowing eyes flickered.

Cain’s voice grew stronger.

"Ego voco sanguinem tuum ad quietem... ad ordinem... ad memoriam!"

The blood orb overhead began to rotate slowly, casting ripples of red light that washed over the open grassy space like waves. Wherever the light touched, the wild aura around the afflicted vampires weakened slightly.

They still growled.

They still bared their teeth.

But their strikes became slower. Less precise in their madness.

Faith felt her heart pounding so loudly she feared he might hear it.

This is impossible.

Cain continued.

"Obscura lux, redde eos ad formam... redde eos ad voluntatem!"

A crack of energy snapped through the air as one of the larger bat-like figures fell to its knees, clutching its head with clawed hands.

It let out a broken cry, half roar, half human voice.

Another creature stumbled backward, wings folding awkwardly.

"By the ancestors..." Faith breathed.

Cain’s chant did not falter.

"Per pactum sanguinis mei... ego iubeo... ego praecipio... redite!"

The orb flared brilliantly, then slowly began to dim.

One by one, the twisted bodies began to shrink. Bones retracted with sickening sounds, wings dissolved into vapor, claws shortening back into trembling fingers. Their eyes lost the wild glow, replaced by confusion and exhaustion.

Silence did not come at once, but the violence ebbed.

Soon only heavy breathing and groans filled the open grassy space.

Cain’s voice softened as he spoke the final line.

"Pax sanguinis... fiat."

The orb dissolved into fine red mist that drifted down gently like falling dust before fading into nothing.

He lowered his hand.

His legs felt heavier now. Sweat clung to his back beneath his cloak. He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, steadying himself.

Relief washed through him.

No one had exploded.

No blood pact had snapped.

But he was not finished.

From his feet, a dark shape peeled away from his body like liquid shadow. It stretched across the ground, moving silently from one fallen vampire to another.

Faith stared in disbelief.

The shadow knelt beside the first soldier, placing a hand over his chest.

Cain murmured quietly, almost to himself.

"This one is fine... pulse steady... blood flow stable."

The shadow moved to another.

"This one is a little injured... torn muscle near the shoulder... nothing fatal."

It pressed lightly against the wound, and a thin stream of Cain’s own blood flowed into it, knitting flesh together.

Faith watched every movement, her mind spinning.

The shadow continued.

"This one... cracked rib... give him some blood."

A faint red glow sealed the injury.

"This one lost too much... restore carefully."

Cain’s breathing grew heavier with each transfer, but he did not stop. He checked each and every member, ensuring no one teetered on the brink of death.

"One is fine... this one stable... this one weak but safe..."

His voice carried quiet concern.

Faith felt something stir in her chest.

He is not doing this for glory.

He is protecting them.

When the last soldier had been examined and healed as much as he could manage without raising suspicion, Cain allowed the shadow to slide back into his feet.

He straightened slowly.

Then he turned.

Faith stood there, staring at him as though seeing a ghost.

Her earlier anger had faded, replaced by awe and unease.

The open grassy space was quiet now, filled with recovering vampires who looked around in confusion.

She took one step closer to him.

Her voice trembled slightly despite her effort to sound firm.

"Who are you?"

She swallowed, her eyes searching his disguised face.

"And why did you take me here?"