Before Ryu could do much of anything, Little Silk's thread rushed forward, puncturing the corpse through in several places. Ryu could only watch as the blood, even down to the bone marrow, was all sucked away by the greedy little butterfly.
By the time Little Silk was finished, even the meat had lost its vitality, making it completely useless to eat. Let alone using it to undo the shackles of his bloodlines, it could be a miracle if his Bloodlines didn't regress instead if he dared to put just useless meat into his mouth.
Ryu sent a glance toward the little butterfly, quite speechless. But, surprisingly enough, right then, the aura of Little Silk began to change.
Before, Ryu hadn't felt much different from the little butterfly. Though he knew that something had to have changed in the almost thousand years he was absent, without his eyes, it was too subtle for him to pick up.
