This familiar sensation Silax felt, it was like the invigorating surge that coursed through his veins after consuming blood, but far more muted, far more controlled.
Celebrian's voice, when he spoke, was laced with a dangerous undercurrent.
"It seems you humans have grown accustomed to witnessing only the benevolent side of my kind." He began, his words slow and deliberate.
"You shall serve as a reminder to your brethren in this city."
With each word that left his lips, a visible change came over Viktor.
His florid face seemed to sag, wrinkles etching themselves onto his previously smooth skin. A gasp escaped his lips, a choked sound that spoke of a sudden, agonizing decline.
The boisterous merchant clawed at his throat, his eyes bulging in terror as his life force visibly drained away.
