Ybur wrapped Celeste's body tightly with its tendrils, the fine fibers clinging to the Blood Demon's form, probing and drawing in. This process lasted for more than an hour, during which Celeste trembled and moaned several times. By the end, her body was limp and soft as if it had turned into a bundle of cotton.
Ybur guessed it might be because a substantial portion of her Abyssal Power had been absorbed.
It comforted her, saying, "It's okay, just resting for a bit will help."
Celeste murmured, "Master, when is the next time?"
Ybur thought for a moment, "How about after you recover?"
Celeste perked up immediately, "Then I can still continue!"
Ybur stammered, "Then let me recover a little first..."
Celeste's Abyssal Power was deeply entrenched, making it rather taxing to siphon.
Celeste was instantly disappointed.
