Azrael's senses were instantly overwhelmed. The scent of death hung heavy in the air, making his chest tighten.
'I am the Heir of Death. A little blood will not make me falter,' he thought bitterly, stepping firmly onto the ground below.
From its uneven and soft texture, he realized it was a pile of freshly discarded bodies, likely thrown from above, not the canyon floor itself. But it would do.
A heartbeat later, Truth Seeker shivered and began to glow.
The blood surrounding Azrael's figure stirred, drawn toward him, absorbed by the Cleansed Armor.
His attire had absorbed blood before, but never in such vast quantities.
A wave of pleasure surged through him, making him gasp involuntarily.
"This is power." He spoke, a smile creeping upon his face. His eyes locked forward; all he could see was precious blood.
All for him to take.
His gaze flicked to his system interface.
Item Blood Progression: [8.001/1.000.000 (cubic meters)]
