The deep-cavern command room held its breath.
Six dwarves on the stones in front of him, foreheads down. His women in a loose half-ring at his back. The Crimson Reservoir of the Sangomar Line warm and full at his finger, a thousand liters of dwarven blood folded into a flask-stone the size of a knuckle.
Quinlan exhaled once.
Nyxara's voice came back from her perch on Mimi's tree as a low purr.
She let go.
The system reached for him.
[Ding!]
[Class Unlock Condition: Blood Mage]
[Requirement 1: Drink the blood of a level 70+ entity. Complete.]
[Requirement 2: Obtain a blood storage artifact and fill it to the brim with the blood of your slain enemies. 1000 / 1000. Complete.]
[All requirements met. Initiating class integration...]
The ring on his finger pulsed.
A low, deep beat traveled outward from it through [Synchra]'s glove and into the bones of his hand.
