The Duchess walked into the room soon afterward, her body radiating a scent of deathly roses. It smelt of blood and sweetness.
Veins of red extended from the corners of her eyes and she looked on the verge of losing her mind.
At first, she hadn't felt that it was too big of a deal to stop drinking the blood of the Azurex. When she felt some resistance to it, her pride helped her to keep that feeling at bay. But now it had almost been a minute or two and she practically had to drag herself here.
Sylas looked back when he sensed something was wrong, his eyes narrowing. In the end, he chose to look away.
He hadn't been sure how much of the legends the Sanguara followed. But it seemed it was more than he thought.
The difference was that the Duchess didn't seem to be acting like this because she had too little blood. She was acting like this because she had had too much of it.
"Bleed yourself out if you want to regain control of yourself."
