After consuming the blood in the bowl, Quinn felt like a new person. His blood bank was filled, and his whole body was now fully healed. But best of all, the sun had finally disappeared behind the horizon, and it was now night time.
"I can't hold on any longer, I'm too tired," Sil whined. The struggle against the Dalki was too much for him. He wasn't fighting obsessed like Raten, so he gave up control and left Vorden in charge once again.
Vorden was the weakest of the three and only knew how to use one mind and one ability at a time. As soon as he and Sil had switched places, the pressure that the Dalki felt was immensely weakened.
The Dalki could suddenly move one foot in front of the other again, the amount of force it felt being exerted on itself, was like nothing compared to before.
'I thought this one was special but looks like all he could do was delay me a bit!' The Dalki thought.
