Damon closed his eyes for a moment as the energy poured into his veins. His bloodline responded immediately, devouring the incoming essence greedily while the knowledge fragments buried within the ancestor's blood flashed through his mind.
He had been absolutely right to bet on this. Thanks to the drop of the ancestor's blood, he was getting so much more from the skill level ups. And this time, he did not let the stat points go to waste either. He had already stored away bottles and bottles of stat points.
Combat instincts. Weapon techniques. Blood manipulation variations. Every fallen vampire added another fragment to the growing storm of experience surging through him. He was gaining everything like never before.
Meanwhile, his blood avatar stood in the center of another collapsing district.
