" Blood Drain "
Damen's voice resounded throughout the ruins, his crimson eyes sparkling with a red light.
Malzareth's expression shifted looking at Damien in confusion
And then, it happened.
The blood that had pooled around him stirred, shifting unnaturally as if drawn by an invisible force. Droplets lifted from the corpses, weaving through the air like crimson threads, slithering toward him in a grotesque display of hunger. It began at his feet, a slow, creeping tide that coiled around his boots before snaking up his legs.
His skin tingled as the first tendrils of liquid death seeped into his pores, the sensation both icy and scalding at once. The moment the blood touched his wounds, he felt them knit together, flesh mending as if time itself had reversed.
His mind reeled from the rush of energy. The wounds on his body began to disappear at an insane speed. It wasn't just healing.
