As the red mist dissipated in the dungeon, Michael, now in his Tier 3 Angel of Blood form, surveyed the aftermath. The fusion of the Tier 5 vampires had granted him immense power, but his attention shifted to Caleb, who stood in the corner, recovering from the shock of the recent events.
Michael approached Caleb with a triumphant smile. "Well, young one, you've proven to be more resilient than I expected. It seems your high spiritual power saved you from the fate that befell the others."
Michael pointed at the five prisoners who fell unconscious. After all, they were in proximity to someone who advanced to a high realm.
Caleb, still catching his breath, looked at Michael. "What did you do to them? What was that red mist? Did you just fucking absorb them?"
Michael chuckled, his tone almost paternal. "That was the culmination of their energy, their essence, being absorbed into me. A necessary step for my ascension."
