The next few minutes were pure slaughter. Damon cut through the abyssal spawn like a scythe in tall grass, using his Primordial Extraction with each kill to devour their very essence.
[Ding! You have extracted +2 Strength]
[Ding! Your Abyssal Resilience has increased by +1]
[Ding! You have extracted +1 Constitution]
[Ding! Your Abyssal Affinity has increased by +1]
Every notification stacked in his vision. His body hummed with power, his veins darkening for a moment before his vampire blood burned it away. The resistance was working, slowly, but surely. He could feel his blood adapting, mutating, trying to balance the new type of essence flowing into his body.
However, the whole process was painfully slow. He needed more. A lot more abyssal spawn to satiate his hunger. He was also not going all out at the moment, which was making him slower. Damon turned around to see for a moment how the others were doing.
