"Vlad, it's time to fulfill part of our deal." Wain said seriously.
"Of course, now I will give you the souls I received at Giant Waterfall, and after the banquet, I will teach you the ritual by which you will determine the purity of the blood."
"Okay, you'll get a liter of blood after the banquet. I'm too weak for that right now."
"Of course, moreover, nothing tastes better than blood with a little alcohol. It has a wonderful, intoxicating effect." Vlad smiled and poured some more whiskey into his glass. Then he held out his hand and a great many souls flew out of it.
They were souls taken not only from those who had fought on the bridge but also from the lower level at the foot of the waterfall.
Wain had never seen so many souls before. They filled most of the hall and were virtually every color except orange. Getting a Legendary Soul was a real feat that not everyone was capable of.
