"— Devour the dying Forest Master, once sealed in the Far North Lands, drained of vitality, waiting for death. Tired, lethargic, its recovery would take centuries. Now as fragile as a candle in the wind, it was mercilessly whipped by me for its rebellion, taking a great leap towards death. I have extracted blood from its wounds, which is now entrusted to you, to enable you to kill all beings of the natural world."
The second portion of blood is pitch-black, like a nightmarish memory from the deep sea.
"— Devour the dying yet undying Orcian, killed by you, but its remains scattered across the world. It should have died, but its immense power allowed it barely cling to life. I have extracted blood from its corpse in the sea, which is now entrusted to you, to enable you to kill all beings whose ancestors came from the oceans."
The third portion of blood is pale pink, like some kind of tacky cosmetic.
