"A Death Bloodline?" Max repeated as the pale light continued moving beneath his skin. "Is this some kind of joke?"
A short laugh nearly escaped him, though there was little genuine amusement behind it. Had he not encountered bloodlines capable of controlling spirits, transforming entire bodies, and bending several forms of magic together, he would have ridiculed the creator until she regretted ever revealing herself to him.
"So what does that mean?" Max asked, opening one claw as the pale power gathered around its sharp tips. "Can I now control my own life and death, or have you simply turned me into some kind of ghoul?"
"Possibly both," she replied coldly. "As I already told you, even I cannot know what the bloodline will make possible until you return."
Max raised his gaze toward the silver eyes.
"That is not much of an explanation."
