Domison's inner core flared as he drenched himself in its power. With every step he rotated the energies faster and faster, a whirlpool of black energy pulling mana from the air and incorporating it through his body every second. With each beat of his heart, he could feel a thrill of chills running under the surface of his skin. A black veil outlined his skin as the pull of mana from the air grew, causing a breeze to touch upon the hanging purple vines. The hunger only grew with this increase of energy and with a snarl on his face he stopped marching forward, instead launching himself towards his prey with a single bound.