Dion took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.
He lifted his hand and folded his fingers, leaving only the clamped index and middle finger erect. With slow and steady breath, he forgot his surroundings and concentrated on himself, feeling his blood rhythmically pumping.
Time seemed to slow down when he focused. When he sensed the blood running through the veins of his hand with acute clarity, he ignited it, and a sharp pain ripped through his internal system. This caused his hand to tremble and made him take a sharp inhale.
Enduring the pain, Dion activated his eye intent but didn't attack anybody to keep the attribute a secret. Looking at his hand, he saw many red threads extending from his both fingertips, dancing and interacting with a black substance in the air.
Dion's breath was becoming loud as he withheld the scream stuck in his throat from the pain. Gradually, he extended the red thread, which wriggled in the black substance and grew longer.
