Like nectar irresistible to bees, the putrid liquid blood clung to Jin's body, seemingly springing to life. With enchanting allure, the blood coiled and converged, weaving sinuous streams through the air under the guidance of an unseen force.
The scarlet trails writhed and pulsed, moving with eerie grace as they neared their intended destination—the waiting weapon.
The M4, seemingly anticipating the blood's arrival, displayed a sense of liveliness, yearning for the infusion as if it possessed a consciousness of its own.
Radiant red ruby gems adorning the foregrip flickered as the blood merged with the rifle, casting an ethereal glow that permeated every pore and created an eerie crimson light in the surroundings.
What was once an inanimate object now hummed with uncanny energy, its metallic surface gleaming with otherworldly intensity.
