The wolves shrieked in despair and tried to chew out their own body in a mad frenzy, removing chunks of flesh infected with the venom, but the venom was too much. Wherever Damon's poisoned blood dug in, the ichor boiled, corroded, and refused to mend. One by one, the Abyssfangs collapsed into twitching heaps.
Damon did not waste time and absorbed all of their essence. A series of notifications chimed in.
[Ding! You have slain Abyssfang]
[Ding! You have extracted +2 Strength]
[Ding! You have extracted Abyssal Resilience +1]
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It was only a matter of time before all the wolves dropped dead. By the time the last Abyssfang let out its death cry, the black fog had thinned just enough to reveal the crater once more. Damon stood in the center, his entire figure soaked in ichor, his crimson eyes glowing with unrestrained hunger.
He was just about to activate [Stealth] and disappear when suddenly something unexpected showed up in his hand. It was the egg.
