Aamir grabbed the crystal glass set before him and tilted it slightly. The thick, crimson liquid within swirled lazily, reflecting the dim, blood-red glow of the chandelier above. He brought it closer to his face, his sharp eyes scanning every detail.
This smell… it's metallic… rich… definitely not wine.
He tapped the glass lightly with his finger, the sound echoing faintly through the grand dining hall.
"So… this thing," he muttered with a faint smirk, "it's blood, isn't it?"
The Vampire King chuckled, his deep voice reverberating like rolling thunder.
"Indeed," he said proudly. "One of the finest vintages on this planet. Taken from a Rank 3 Blood Beast. Only the royal family and honored guests may drink it."
Aamir narrowed his eyes. "Rank 3 blood beast, huh?"
He raised his hand slightly, and his crimson system screen flickered into existence before his eyes.
[Appraisal Activated]
Lines of text scrolled rapidly across the glowing screen:
Item: Blood of Rank 3 Blood Beast
