"Yes, but how does that come in hand? You are going to be slashed dead by it."
Testament spoke dryly, addressing the fact he could not defeat the abomination's assault.
With a pained smile, Ellianor forcefully moved his arms, his bones and muscles cracked and snapped. The pain became worse, but Ellianor was sure that choice was his.
No one else, he was not forced by no one else that time around. The blade plunged into his belly, and its eye shook in surprise, as Ellianor's eyes filled with tears brought by the pain.
His mouth filled with blood. "Feed as much as you can, I need you to be as good as you can be." The blade did as it was told, and started to drink directly from his veins and life force.
Ellianor felt his body numbing as vital energy and blood were drunk alike by the blade, the pain and tingling in his body started to wane, as did his strength.
