"Ares? Are you alright?" Ephraim's voice brought Ares out of his distracted state, noticing the paleness that had washed over him in just a day.
"Ah, I must need blood," Ares replied calmly, rubbing his forehead. "I feel dizzy." His gaze wandered toward Ephraim with piqued curiosity.
"Don't look at me," Ephraim said, his tone serious, but Ares continued to stare just to bother him.
"Perhaps I need human blood," Ares mused. "Your blood was... different. It was more... satiating."
Ephraim's mind began to piece together the puzzle. Marozaks were known to consume human blood, not dragon blood.
"Have you never taken human blood before?" Ephraim asked.
Ares shook his head. "No. I don't even know how to hypnotize or whatever it is they do."
"Since you're feeling ill, you need to ensure you get the right nutrition. We should arrange for a human donor," Ephraim suggested. "But have you ever tried hypnotizing? Maybe it comes naturally?"
