At that moment, the War God Mage Team’s score was already close to crossing into the 300 range, they were incredibly close to victory and everyone knew it, but just then, a powerful surge of aura erupted from the Bloodline Academy’s side as their mages took to the skies, flying straight toward the central rune.

This time, their intent was clear.

They weren’t just trying to reclaim the central point, they were also going to do it while ensuring that none of the War God Mage Team members slipped away again, like Pale and Endrick had done.

The moment they arrived, they saw that the War God team was already waiting for them around the central rune position.

“You really played us earlier... but that won’t be happening again,” Damien said, his eyes locked onto Alec, who stood calmly at the center of the rune, the rest of Alec’s team had already taken strategic positions around the battlefield.

Endrick stood atop the roof of a damaged building, while Lucas remained on the lower ground beneath the floating central platform, Pale balanced himself on a stone pillar nearby, while Brandon stood not too far away, seemingly relaxed, yet strangely unreadable.

Damien’s gaze instinctively shifted toward Brandon.

He couldn’t hide the unease creeping into his thoughts, after experiencing firsthand how effective the quicksand trap had been, he had no intention of getting caught in something like that again.

Still, the fact that they had arrived a few seconds late gnawed at him, as he believed in that brief window of time, Brandon could have already prepared another trap.

“Well, you’ll have to fight us to find out if that’s true,” Alec replied calmly to Damien’s earlier statement, then he pointed upward toward the projection array floating above them, displaying the current score.

“And by the way... playtime is over. From this moment forward, you have to go all out or stand the chance of losing.”

It was almost as if Alec was rubbing the fact his team only needed a few more minutes to secure victory in their faces, and instead of intimidating them, Alec’s words—Especially that gesture, only seemed to provoke the Bloodline team further.

The tension snapped then snapped, in the very next moment, a massive cheering erupted, as they awaited the fierce part of the battle which would take them to a frenzy , they could already picture it unfolding.

“Every single member, no more holding back. Transform. We shouldn’t lose again this time, if we do, we won’t have any excuses this time,” Dragov said, as his body was already beginning to change.

[> Bloodline Transformation – Stage 2 <]

At that moment, a short wooden, dragon-like horn protruded from the left side of his head, but that was only the beginning.

Behind him, a long, elegant tail emerged, along with a single wing on his left side. His face became fully crystallized with dragon scales, his height increased, and his muscles bulged.

Now, even while holding his massive greatsword with just one hand, he no longer looked undersized in the slightest.

“Fuck me...” Alec muttered under his breath the moment he saw the transformation, fully aware that Dragov had just become far harder to deal with.

At the same time, Carmilla and Damien began to tremble slightly, their already pale skin turned even paler, while their nails elongated, not excessively long, but sharp enough to easily tear through a human throat if driven into the right spot.

The most striking change, however, was their crimson eyes and elongated fangs, marking their vampiric bloodline in full display, on the other side, Kira and Connor took a bit longer to transform.

Connor’s body twisted violently, bones cracking and reshaping as his entire frame was reconstructed mid-transformation. Despite the obvious agony, the process didn’t stop until he fully became a werewolf, and the first thing he did was throw his head back and howl into the sky.

Kira Nightfang’s transformation was different. Brown fur spread across her body, giving her the appearance of a demi-human, clearly tied to a feline-type bloodline.

The Bloodline Academy fans erupted in excitement, at this point, it wasn’t even about the divided Northern Kingdom supporters anymore, everyone literally is waiting for this moment.

Bang!

Alec fired a shot to set things off, but just as the bullet neared Dragov, a veil of wind manifested before him, deflecting the attack and sending it ricocheting away.

Alec could only respond with a tense, uneasy smile.

Realizing that it would take far more firepower than what he had just used to break through the passive wind defense surrounding Dragov, Alec narrowed his eyes.

“Get them!” Dragov commanded.

Carmilla was the first to move, without hesitation, she dashed forward, clearly still holding a grudge against Endrick.

Her body turned into a red blur, completely ignoring the central rune as she shot toward the building Endrick was perched on, she moved fluidly between the walls of two structures, using them to propel herself upward with precision.

Seeing her charge in unarmed at him, Endrick couldn’t help but frown.

“Do you look down on me that much?” he said, thrusting out his right hand, instantly in response to that flicking of his hand, thorny vines burst out from the ceiling, aiming straight for her path.

“On the contrary... I don’t,” Carmilla replied calmly, as she leaped mid-air, changing her angle, and evading the sharp wooden thorns.

At the same time, from another direction, Damien extended his right hand, as a massive portion of the floating blood pool that was around him surged forward, shooting toward Carmilla like a pressurized stream.

Just moments before the blood reached her, she stretched out her left hand, as the blood shifted form mid-air, condensing rapidly into a blood scythe that spun perfectly into her grip.

Her speed then surged again after she gripped the weapon, in the blink of an eye, she was already within striking distance of Endrick.

To the crowd, it looked like nothing more than a red flash, and the next thing they saw was Endrick clutching his neck as it had already been cleanly severed, his body beginning to dissipate.

The stadium fell into stunned silence before erupting.

Carmilla now looked completely different from before, she was clad in a blood-red spirit equipment set, resembling a fierce Amazon warrior—

A short battle skirt, reinforced arm guards, knee-high boots, and a long, elegant scythe.

Her crimson eyes glowed intensely, her hair fluttering behind her, giving her an almost hypnotic yet deadly presence.

And just like that the final battle truly began.

With death.

Fast, decisive, and merciless.

And for the first time, they were witnessing the entire Bloodline Academy team fully transformed, showcasing a terrifying surge in their physical power.