The crimson blood, gem-like in its magnificence, merged into the blood-drenched chest as if adding fuel to the flames of rage.
Maye's eyes became angry once again, and bloodstains slowly emerged on his sclera like disgusting, twisted threadworms while the muttering from his mouth changed, no longer calling out Margaret's name but instead becoming a series of unconscious murmurs.
Next to him, Naris looked at the monster now completely under his control with satisfaction and nodded his head contentedly.
'Barely reaching the power of a Basic Level Second Rank, still not too bad… and it was worth expending a drop of my precious true blood.'
'It's just a pity that there wasn't enough time for a meticulous preparation.'
Naris slightly shook his head with a touch of regret.
A wizard fallen to corruption and mutation, although the favorite offering to the divine and the best material for the transformation Divine Arts bestowed by the Lord… was equally troublesome to process.
