The floating eyes above him glowed with delight, and suddenly, one of the eyeballs exploded, creating a portal made of blood in midair.
A hand devoid of skin emerged from the portal. The hand clenched its fist and the blood that Elias shed on the floor began to bubble, and like iron filings drawn to a magnet, they shot into the limb, fashioning it a skin made of blood, and inflating the muscles, granting the arm strength.
The red arm opened its palm and a drop of blood flew from it and embedded itself in the forehead of Elias, who gasped as his skin began to writhe, and his bones cracked, his body looked like it was consuming itself, as fresh blood fell from his chest, but this was thicker and appeared more black than red.
The last thought of Elias Tiberius was of acceptance. The moment the blood of Augustus entered his body, he saw the difference between their talents, and even though he hated the man. He could not deny the sheer power in his blood.
