"The demon king's blood?" I repeated, my face masked with confusion. "What are you talking about? What is the Demon King's blood?"
Gwyneria's expression was grim. "It is a concentrate of pure, raw demonic power. In small, controlled doses, it can unnaturally enhance a person's innate magical properties. But in a large quantity, like what you've described..." She paused, her gaze intense. "It doesn't just grant power. It attempts to remake the host into a vessel of equal power to the Demon King himself. It overwrites their will, their very essence."
Raven gasped, her hand trembling as she gripped the edge of the table. "But... where could Richard possibly get something like that? Who would do this to him?"
I clenched my hands into fists, my jaw tightening. My face grew darker, There was only one possible answer.
"I'll tell you where," I said, my face growing dark with realization. "Elysia."
