Chapitre 64: The Broken Prince II

[Iron Blood Pill Consumed. Constitution has increased by 1]

When all was packed and ready for departure, Reina turned to the boy silently by her side, smiling as he downed one of the Iron Bloods. His skin had flashed a bright red, revealing long black elongated veins. They seemed inhuman. At least to her, they did. But he hadn't mentioned it, nor did he seem to be uncomfortable. 

"Hey Ren," He called, as his skin returned to its normal complexion. He turned to her.  "We need to go east of our location. It should be a three-day journey. I–"

[Divine being, 'Golden Pope' has grown wary of your connection to the Hells. He demands to know your identity.]

Altair's voice grew cold. "You demand, do you." he sneered, shooting his eyes to the vibrant skies, to the countless stars glistering and bending with untold wonder. "And who are you to order me around?"