Stream after stream of life force floated out of the soldiers' bodies, merging into Igor's like countless fine raindrops, repairing the damaged bone wings.
He caressed the Blood Tribe Codex in front of him, the size of a grindstone, and took a deep breath.
This was an item that had appeared alongside his awakening, containing magic that only the Blood Tribe could employ, invaluable beyond measure.
Igor was unclear about the origin of the Codex, but things etched deep within the soul cannot be altered, just as he knew his name and race upon awakening...
Like humans, he had his own emotions, very similar to theirs, though perhaps the most significant difference lay in the way of thinking.