Blood Lords resurrection

"Pass the ball to me, Jake!" a fifteen-year-old boy with dark orange hair shouted, frustration lacing his voice. He watched his blue-eyed friend, Jake, standing with the ball at his feet. Jake attempted to make the pass but, inexplicably, the ball veered off course, missing its target completely. 

"How can you be so bad at soccer?" the orange-haired boy exclaimed, frustration bubbling over. Jake, ignoring his friend's jab, simply shrugged and replied, "I'll go get it."

Meanwhile, in a cave not to far away, a black droplet of blood had finally completed the transformation of its vessel after siphoning the essence of countless blood path cultivators and Golden Order members. Sated with its newfound power, it coalesced, merging with Lucas's newly formed body.

Lucas's new form was a striking skeleton, muscular with bone density far superior to any other. From its frame sprouted retractable black and red bones acting as armor. His striking white hair was tied back in a bun, framing one vibrant blue eye and another darker than the abyss. Sharp, black claws jutted from his hands and feet, while a vivid red sword-shaped tattoo ran along his spine. On the Inside of he's bones there was crimson runes that replaced his organs. he still had blood coursing through him—every drop of he's blood was now blood essence, hinting at an untold power. 

Instead of a traditional mouth, he had an eerie, mask-like design constructed entirely from the bones of his maxilla down, an unsettling reminder of his transformed state.

His consciousness remained dormant until an unexpected impact jolted him awake—an orange soccer ball struck him squarely in the head, pulling him from the void. As Lucas slowly regained awareness, the first thought that pierced his mind was a frantic, "I need to find Audrey." 

As he attempted to move, a torrent of fragmented memories rushed in, overwhelming his senses. But these memories, chaotic and foreign, were soon sealed away by his will. One fragment, however, stood out among the rest: dark red and pulsating, resembling the very drop of blood that had resurrected him. Lucas inexplicably recognized what resurrected him he's ancestors blood.

If he hadn't been the descendant of that ancestor, he would have been consumed by its power instead of revived. A wave of gratitude washed over him as he silently thanked his ancestor then tried stand up he attempted to regain control of his body, but his efforts were in vain. Frustrated, he surrendered to the confines of his own mind, diving into his sea of consciousness to uncover the "gift" left by his ancestor. 

As he delved deeper, he uncovered a single unsealed memories. He was suddenly drawn into one of his ancestor's final recollections. It unfolded like a dark nightmare—a fog-like creature infinite times bigger than the man who stood before him looming ominously, its gaping maw ready to devour an immensely tall warrior clad in black and red armor. The man, with flowing crimson hair and a shimmering red katana, fought valiantly against the all-consuming mist, his power flickering like a candle against an unforgiving storm. 

As soon as the beast shut its mouth it stared directly at lucas. The memory began to slowly fracture into countless fragments, splintering around Lucas. Just as he felt the weight of that stare crashing down upon him, he was violently ejected from the memory, consciousness fading into darkness once more.