My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 135: Blood Flare

Cain wiped the back of his hand across his mouth as the last trace of blood slid down his throat.

The body of the leprechaun hung limp in his grasp for a moment longer before his fingers loosened. It fell with a dull thud against the broken ground of the Nightmare Realm. The corpse looked small now. Empty. Whatever life and strength it once had was gone, drained like water from a cracked cup.

Cain glanced down at it with mild disappointment.

"You are already crazy," he muttered under his breath, his voice quiet but filled with annoyance. "Why seek reason?"

The words drifted through the dead air like smoke.

He had expected something better.

The creature had screamed strange things while fighting him. Words about fighting. Words about honor. Words about him being feared. In the end, the beast with no mind left had grasped something causing his blood to taste bitter.

Cain had hoped the blood of a leprechaun warrior would taste better than that.

Instead, it left a bitter feeling in his mouth.

He clicked his tongue in irritation.

"Feels like my food got spoiled."

The wind of the Nightmare Realm blew past him, carrying dust, ash, and the distant echoes of battle that never seemed to stop anymore.

Cain slowly lifted his head.

His crimson eyes turned toward the far horizon.

The sky of this realm looked wounded. Long cracks stretched across it like scars. Dark storms of mana drifted between those cracks, spilling strange lights across the broken land. Every few breaths, something new crawled out of those cracks. Creatures from distant planes. Monsters that had no place here. Armies that had wandered into this realm by mistake.

The Nightmare Realm had once been a single empire ruled by powerful beings.

Now it had become something else.

A battlefield.

Cain let out a slow breath as he looked across the endless land.

"This one is not enough."

His voice carried calm certainty.

The hunger inside him was still there. Quiet but present. Like a fire that refused to die.

Fortunately...

His lips curved into a faint smile.

"Fortunately this Nightmare Realm became a battlefield."

His gaze moved slowly across the distant land where flashes of battle lit the horizon.

"Whenever I’m hungry," he said calmly, "I’ll just grab a bite."

He rolled his shoulders slightly.

Then he sighed.

"Still... hunting them one by one would be tiring."

Cain lifted his hand and rubbed his chin for a moment as if thinking about a simple problem.

His crimson eyes brightened with interest.

"Maybe I’ll just call them all to me."

He lifted one finger.

Behind him, the dead leprechaun suddenly jerked.

The corpse lifted from the ground as if invisible strings pulled it upward. Its limp body floated into the air and turned slowly until it faced Cain.

The dagger the leprechaun once held also rose from the dirt too.

The small weapon spun once before stopping beside the corpse.

Cain reached forward.

His fingers moved through the air with smooth, controlled motion.

A glowing magic circle appeared in front of his palm.

Then another.

Then another.

Numbers of circles spread around him like a floating constellation of ancient symbols. Each circle glowed with deep crimson light. The lines inside them twisted and crossed each other in patterns too complex for most creatures to understand.

Cain’s hands moved faster.

More circles appeared.

They stacked above one another. Rotated. Connected with streams of light that hummed like living veins.

The corpse and dagger hovered in the center of it all.

"Let’s see..."

Cain spoke softly while his fingers continued drawing patterns in the air.

"If I break you apart..."

The corpse trembled.

"If I mix things properly..."

The dagger vibrated.

"And if I send the right signal..."

His final symbol locked into place.

Cain closed his eyes for a moment.

Then he whispered.

"Blood... Flare!"

The circles flashed.

A moment later—

BOOM.

The leprechaun’s body exploded into countless fragments.

But there was no fire. No burning flesh.

The body shattered into pieces so fine they looked like drifting dust.

The dagger shattered as well.

Thousands upon thousands of metal fragments scattered into the air. Each piece spun wildly before freezing in place.

Cain lowered his hand slowly.

The fragments floated around him like a silent storm.

Then something strange happened.

The dust of flesh and bone began to mix with the metal fragments.

Tiny sparks of mana danced between them.

The mixture twisted together like a living cloud.

The ground beneath Cain started to vibrate.

At first it was weak.

A faint tremor that barely disturbed the dust.

But the vibration grew stronger with every passing moment.

The mixed fragments began falling from the sky.

They struck the ground one by one.

Each fragment sank into the soil like a seed planted deep inside the earth.

The moment the last fragment touched the ground, the entire land reacted.

A low humming sound spread through the air.

The ground cracked.

Thin glowing lines appeared beneath the dirt.

Those lines spread outward like roots growing through the earth.

They traveled farther.

And farther.

And farther.

Miles passed.

The glowing roots continued spreading across

hills, broken forests, ruined cities, and monster nests.

They crawled beneath rivers of black water and through the bones of ancient creatures buried beneath the soil.

The humming sound deepened.

The mana inside the land began to move.

It gathered.

It flowed.

It followed the glowing roots that now stretched across a huge portion of the Nightmare Realm.

Then the signal erupted.

A pulse of strange mana surged through the ground like a heartbeat.

One pulse.

Then another.

Then another.

The entire land carried that signal outward in every direction.

To every creature.

To every monster.

To every wandering army.

A call.

A challenge.

A promise of blood.

...

Far away across the broken plains, a group of warriors moved through tall black grass.

Their bodies were tall and powerful.

From the waist down they looked like massive serpents. Long scaled tails moved smoothly across the ground while their upper bodies looked almost human.

They wore armor that looked similar to the old Roman Empire. Heavy red cloaks hung behind them while polished metal chest plates reflected the faint light of the cracked sky.

Their commander walked at the front.

His golden snake eyes scanned the land carefully.

Ahead of them, a wild boar the size of a wagon ran through the grass while snorting angrily.

One of the soldiers raised a spear.

"Commander. The prey is escaping."

Another hissed softly.

"It will fetch a good price in the market."

The commander lifted a hand.

The warriors prepared to surround the creature.

But before they moved—

The ground trembled.

At first it felt like distant thunder.

The warriors froze.

The vibration spread through the grass beneath them.

One of the younger soldiers frowned.

"What is that?"

The tremor grew stronger.

The boar suddenly stopped running.

It lifted its head and squealed in fear before turning in a completely different direction.

The soldiers looked confused.

Then the commander’s eyes widened.

He could feel it.

A pulse.

A strange call traveling through the ground itself.

His voice became sharp.

"Change course!"

The soldiers looked shocked.

"Commander?"

He pointed toward the distant horizon.

"Abandon the target!"

The warriors immediately obeyed.

Their formation turned without hesitation.

The commander’s eyes burned with excitement and caution.

"A powerful magical treasure has appeared," he said quietly.

"Move!"

Their long serpent bodies rushed across the plains as they marched toward the source of the signal.

...

High above another battlefield, an enormous old rabbit sat on a stone pillar that leaned dangerously over a deep canyon.

His fur was gray with age.

Long whiskers drooped near his mouth.

Yet the mana pouring from his body felt vast and heavy like a mountain pressing down on the land.

Below him, several younger rabbits fought monsters.

These rabbits were smaller but still massive compared to normal creatures. Each one held a weapon and moved with fast, disciplined strikes.

One of them swung a spear and pushed back a wolf shaped demon.

"Good!"

The old rabbit clapped his hands once.

"That is good training!"

Another disciple rolled across the ground to avoid a claw strike.

The old rabbit laughed happily.

"Yes yes! Very good training!"

He leaned forward with excitement while watching the battle.

"Use your feet! Your feet!"

One student jumped backward just in time to avoid being crushed by a huge insect monster.

The old rabbit nodded proudly.

"That is it!"

His voice carried the tone of a teacher who truly enjoyed watching his students grow stronger.

A moment later one of the older disciples glanced up at him.

"Master."

The old rabbit scratched his ear.

"Hmm?"

The disciple pointed toward the battlefield.

"This realm is full of monsters. Yet none of them interest you."

The old rabbit gave a small nod.

"Uhmm."

He watched the students defeat the last monster.

"Correct."

His eyes looked calm.

Then suddenly—

His ears stood straight.

His entire body froze.

"Huh?"

The old rabbit slowly turned his head.

His ancient eyes looked toward the far distance.

A powerful wave of mana rolled across the land.

His pupils shrank.

"What..."

The old rabbit whispered.

"What a strong mana."

The air around him trembled as he stood up.

Below him the students finished their fight and looked confused.

"Master?"

The old rabbit did not answer immediately.

His eyes remained fixed on the distant horizon.

Then he moved.

In a single motion he vanished from the stone pillar and appeared beside his students.

Every monster near them exploded into pieces from a single wave of his power.

"Students."

His voice was serious now.

They straightened.

"Follow master."

One of them blinked.

"Where are we going?"

The old rabbit’s lips curved with excitement and fear.

"Toward that mana."

Before they could ask more questions, the old rabbit sprinted across the land with unbelievable speed.

His students hurried after him.

...

Across the Nightmare Realm, creatures reacted.

Armies stopped fighting.

Monsters raised their heads.

Warriors changed direction.

The strange signal pulled them all toward one place.

Toward Cain.

One group after another rushed across the land.

Some came out of curiosity.

Some came searching for battle.

Some came because their instincts screamed that something powerful had appeared.

Soon several figures could be seen approaching from many directions.

Cain stood quietly in the center of the cracked earth.

His hands rested behind his back.

His eyes watched the horizon calmly.

In the far distance he could already see movement.

Figures rushing closer.

More and more shapes appearing across the land.

His smile grew wider.

"Oh well..."

Cain stretched his arms lazily.

"Food incoming."