My body returned to its original shape as I walked over to the dying elven queen. I reached up, and gently stroked her cheek. She didn't flinch back because she didn't know the full effect of my soul weapon on a living creature. Every ounce of blood in her body was drained into me in that split second of contact. She was instantaneously mummified her body crackled like dry kindling as her dead body collapsed.
I approached the other elves slowly. The tension on their faces was enough to make me chuckle darkly. I was quite good at killing after all. My soul weapon in it's purest form seeped into every cell of my body. I had to restrict its power to the bare minimum if I wanted it to take a physical form outside of my body.
What it allowed me to do was unlike anything the universe had seen before. It infused my ability to consume blood into every single cell in my body. My rank as a vampire was so high that I could drain something the size of a human in an instant using the normal methods. I could drink even something the size of a dragon in just a few moments using my soul weapon. Not a baby dragon like Wyatt either.
A proper adult dragon. I sniffed their fear a few times as I took in the order I'd been given. I wasn't allowed to kill the time elementalist. I reached out to touch the other elves I was allowed to kill, but they tried to flee. Only to realize their connection to their home world had been severed.
"You won't be able to escape back to your home world," I smirked as I walked toward them, "We sealed it off. Your entire planet is sealed off from the rest of the universe. I do have a back door through the barrier, but I would need permission from my employer. I've only been instructed to let one of you live. The rest of you are nothing more then an inconvenience for us to contain, and keep healthy."
I pointed my arm their direction. Spreading my fingers just right so that I could stab them all at once by lengthening my nails. My nails weren't as much surface area as my hand so they took a few scant seconds to die. I walked over to the remaining elf, and looked down on him. He'd hardly moved since the beginning of the fight.
He looked up at me in a shocked stupor. He was shaking like a leaf. Completely terrified of what could happen when we got within touching distance. I reached out as I dismissed my soul weapon. My skin returned to its natural near white color.
I cleaned all the blood from my hair with a powerful burst of darkness. Turning it back to its natural white as darkness made up the clothing I normally wore so it was fine. I couldn't absorb the blood of the dead so I just destroyed it. I picked him up as if he weighed nothing, and walked across the field to where Wyatt was laying.
"What do you want me to do with him?" I held him up to Wyatt's nose by his belt.
"Keep him for now," I could hear the exhaustion in his voice, "I think he has potential."
Wyatt's slow toothy yawn was enough to terrify the elf even further. I could see his muscles twitching as he tried to force himself back to his feet slowly.
"That's enough," I placed a hand on the tip of his snout.
Drawing a weak growl from the proud creature. He'd never liked me. No dragon did. They all could see how close I was to letting my bloodlust completely take over. How close my mind was to collapsing in on itself, but that was besides the point.
My millennia's of experience allowed me to heal or at the very least guide the healing process of any injury. It also allowed me to read the young dragon before me quite easily. He had a bad habit of overexerting his core which was normally fatal. His core was tougher then normal though. It had far more time to condense then a normal dragon his age, but that would only allow him to be even more reckless.
He was far too exhausted to resist so I scanned him as usual. It seemed the latticework of thin mana threads I'd placed in his body had done what they were designed to do. I'd had to work very hard to collect the mana I needed for the threads. Controlling someone else's mana wasn't all that easy either. It took me months to place this protection for his core in place.
Months more just to collect, and manage the mana required to create the latticework. Keeping him from noticing what I was doing was actually fairly easy. He didn't actually pay much attention to his own mana within his body. His mana control was decent, and I was certain he'd notice if I actually tried to alter anything within his body. What I found within the latticework I'd created to keep him alive was different from what I'd used the lattice to protect though.
I was so stunned by what I saw there that I nearly dropped what I was doing. I scanned him again to confirm that I wasn't missing anything. His core had been completely purified. I thought something like that was impossible. This idiot had nearly killed himself, and it looked as if he pushed himself even further after nearly killing himself.
I was looking at someone who had a completely pure core. Our impurities held back our ability to cast spells. Slowed the flow of mana within our bodies. What I saw at the center of his being was something entirely new. A completely purified core.
The mere thought of it was something I couldn't help but smile at. The density, and purity of the mana coming from his core was unlike anything I'd ever seen. My own personal core would be considered pure by human standards, but it wasn't the same kind of purity. I had to consume the blood of others just to attempt to make my own mana. I didn't create excess mana like an origin species might.