Roland could sense the powerful Spiritual Energy fluctuating within the Heartstealer's blood, but his current knowledge was insufficient to control it.
At least, in all the ancient texts Bronson had carried, he couldn't find a single method to convert it into his own Power.
But Vanessa, who stood before him, was completely different.
Although they had only met once and exchanged but a few words...
Roland's hand unconsciously brushed against the pouch at his waist, which was filled with Protective Negative Energy Potions.
Anyone capable of refining such a Potion must possess Alchemy Skills far beyond the ordinary.
Rather than let the Heartstealer blood sit idly in his hands, it was better to let this Witch try her hand at it.
Besides...
Remembering the Ghosts he had slain in the fishing village, and how the blood had absorbed all of their memory-like fragments, Roland shuddered at the memory of its resulting unstable, restless state.
