There was a weird resonance forming between the blood and the tree. From what Sylas could tell, the tree wasn't just absorbing the blood, it was scrying it, learning from it, breaking it apart into digestible pieces, and only then was it absorbing it.
When Sylas realized this, he felt that there was only one thing he could do to make this work. If he disrupted the rhythm of the tree's absorption just right, he could force a stronger break in the blood than usual.
And if he could do that just right…
A droplet of blood fell from the blob of it.
Sylas' hand reached out like lightning, catching the burning blood in a palm and then holding his middle and ring finger in a downward slope toward the Duchess' mouth.
The blood slipped inside.
It was still at the A-tier, but it was still far weaker than the S-tier blood had been. He could only hope that the Duchess' strength was enough to withstand it.
