When Hildebrant woke up his sore body took time to notice he was pinned to the wall by crimson blood vessels that drilled into his body and replaced part of his flesh. They spread like a plague and held him tightly with spread hands and hanging legs that were high above the ground.

It was a similar pose Arrianete was in when he was in a trance.

What even happened?

With ached pain, Hildebrant shook his memory awake, but his mind was blurry, and his body felt extremely weak. Then something moved under him in a familiar crimson room overgrown with blood vessels and a crimson human figure took some things from one room to another.

Holding a red crystal heart and silver armor similar to one Hildebrant obtained before it calmly walked to a table in the center of the room and put things on top of it. Its remaining two hands meantime began reorganizing other things that were already on top of the table moving them from one side to another.

With absentminded gaze and tired expression, Hildebrant just observed as Icarus took a red crystal heart and melted it with his touch. The red liquid that the heart became then split into the black egg that under blood-red liquid turned crimson and then hardened and became transparent.

When the entire heart was gone Icarus held the crimson shell of an egg and brought it closer to the silver plate of armor. Bending it with his other two hands he made it into a ball and then pushed it inside of the shell where it also melted and slowly became part of it.

All four hands worked together, grasping material on the table and combining them in various ways. Black feathers, red crystal hearts, bloody fingers, stingers, and unknown flesh all became part of the crimson shell that kept running more and more bloody more material Icarus put into it.

Changes that kept happening were stunning and beautiful. It was an artistic sight that made Hildebrant soul tremble with curiosity but noticing where he was his mind quickly calmed down.

Lifting his head he stared at the ceiling from where blood kept dripping down. From one of the blood vessels stretching from the gap, white iris looked back at him and stared him right in the eye, but Hildebrant did not avoid it until the other four joined it making Hildebrant lower his gaze and again stare at Icarus.

"Finally, calmed down?"

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Monster asked and when it turned around Hildebrant finally could observe the crack on its face better. They spread on his face and made it look like it would break any second, but it still held strong and even Icarus touched it with uncanny interest.

"I didn’t expect you to hurt me. Or be able to."

Waking up from his frozen state Icarus then continued to work while pointing at his hand.

"I took part of my time to make you a new hand so try not to lose it again."

He said and Hildebrant finally noticed his right hand was still there and even the medallion that was embedded into his flesh still pulsed on his chest. But when he clenched his fist he no longer could feel strength coming from it or even pulsing flames that before concentrated in each part of his flesh.

Now they kept blood vessels far away from some of his organs and brain, but it was all they could do. Other parts as his skin and flesh and even some bones were already tightly grasped by a sea of red blood vessels. He could feel them grasping him and refusing to let him go.

"What if I do?"

There was no way he would give up. He still had a chance to escape. Somehow. If there was not, he rather blow himself up…if he even could do it in his state. If even that was impossible…

Hildebrant mind stopped for a while as Icarus brough up the crimson shell and looked at it as if it was his trophy. He then put it on the table and from his finger last ingredients flowed down his finger into the shell.

His blood.

As it entered the spherical shell Icarus's blood in the center turned into a small blood vessel and then started growing and changing until it overgrown the entire inside of the shell and then compressed into a crimson ball that hovered in an unknown substance.

With a light touch, Icarus made sure it was all right and then straightened his back.

"Finally finished."

With sight, Icarus then pushed his hand under the table and took a similar-looking egg into his hand. It was crimson, had the same shape and even size but was different from the shell that rested on the table this one had a small human in the center that looked eerie similar to one of the blood demons that hunted him.

Griping it strongly Icarus crushed the shell in his hand and blood dripped down his finger.

"I no longer had use for these failures."

Then he shifted to him, and they looked at each other.

Refining was mastery over the world and a way to use the world to create something new. In essence, each creature was able to refine, create, absorb, and take care of things but humans took it to another level.

They created weapons of mass destruction, built ships that could traverse the sea, and even houses that could protect them from storms.

But just right now Hildebrant finally understands that was not all humans accomplished. With ascender's powers what fearsome weapons they could build, what creatures they could breed, and what phenomenon they could not accomplish?

Looking at the crimson egg he now knew it was something mean for him and Icarus. Something Icarus worked tirelessly from day one he came and maybe even long before.

Taking it into his hand Icarus began to walk closer to him and with each step, his voice became gentler and insane.

"Let be one Hill, like we are supposed to be."

Then crack on his face widened letting slight crimson light pour out from the gaps he created.