Teclos stood in the middle of the ruined forest as the wyvern circled above him.
The black wings on his back shifted with every inhale. Made of darkness and blood-tinted mana, they were unstable and powerful.
The blood orb had already been absorbed into him, and the result was immediate.
Power flooded through his body faster than his circles could comfortably handle, filling his veins, muscles, bones, and mana pathways until he felt like he was holding back a storm with nothing but his will.
The wyvern was hesitant to attack because of that.
It stayed out of reach just in case, while its cruel blue eyes narrowed at the vampire below it. It only observed and tried to gauge his power.
Teclos just smiled. It was supposed to be a smart beast, yet it let Teclos slowly gain control of this new power.
Admittedly, he would soon have to attack, as he could not contain it fully.
