Sitting alone away from attention, Farhad could feel certain changes in his body. And with a hint of effort, he could even transform part of his finger darker and somewhat immune to the sunlight that would have burnt his finger..
'This oddity, I never experienced this in the monastery.' The monastery he used to live in a few months ago had a certain job for him.
Among the old of the Church of Red Sun, many wished to be purified by the flames of gods that Farhad possessed. Making him consume many of these legendary priests or knights who had become monks in old age.
Though painful at first due to the bloodline they held, he was never able to experience the odd feeling of copying any of their talents or abilities.
But here in this place, just after devouring a piece of ghoul flesh, he awakened new abilities. 'Just what kind of being am I?'
From this, it was easy to see what needed to be done on his end.
