Just as Damon disappeared, a towering figure emerged from the shadows. Standing proud at a staggering five meters tall, the massive Silver Moon Wolf had fur as white as freshly fallen snow. Its silver eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity as it stared at the mummified corpses of its offspring.
''AWOOOOOO!"
Letting out a heart-wrenching howl of anguish, the Alpha Wolf knew instantly who was responsible for this carnage. Though Damon's trace was faint, the Alpha's keen senses could still detect it. Without hesitation, the enormous predator gave chase, driven by an all-consuming need to avenge its fallen children.
Unaware of the approaching low-grade Grade 2 Alpha Silver Moon Wolf, Damon continued his search for his next prey, a content smile playing on his lips. He had anticipated something like this, though perhaps not so soon. The vampire was more than ready to face this new challenge.
Back in her castle, Lilith watched the events unfold, a subtle smile gracing her features. As she had expected, creating Damon had been the right choice. She was curious to see how this confrontation would play out, knowing full well that her creation was more than capable of handling the enraged Alpha Wolf.
The stage was set for a clash of titans, as the powerful Alpha pursued Damon, determined to avenge its fallen kin.
A few moments later, Damon was hunting for his next target. Extending his senses and remaining vigilant, he caught sight of something moving. He proceeded cautiously towards it.
Through the thick foliage, he spotted a dark figure, roughly two meters in size, stalking stealthily. It resembled a cat, but its mouth was sharp like a bird's beak, and a sinister red glow emanated from a third eye between its two eyes.
It's Cheshire Cat, a middle-grade 1 monster. A sadistic grin spread across his face as he dashed forward with incredible speed, arriving before the beast. With casual ease, he threw a punch, using about half of his strength.
Pow!
The Cheshire Cat's head snapped into an unnatural angle, and it fell, dead.
"Huh! I've become powerful." Damon repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling the strength coursing through them.
Like he had done with the other slain monsters, his eyes turned crimson, and sharp fangs appeared in his mouth as he began to suck the dead Cheshire Cat's blood, turning it into a dried husk.
Satisfied, he wiped the blood from around his mouth, his eyes regaining their original color.
"Ah, I should try finding a better way to extract blood than always drinking it directly. It's too cumbersome. I'll only directly drain the blood of powerful monsters and beings from now on. But what should I do?"
He began musing on how to achieve his goal. Since he started drinking blood, he felt a certain control over it, as if he could manipulate it at will. For example, he could draw all the blood out of any monster he killed.
"Well, I should try experimenting with this on the next monsters I encounter," he smiled devilishly. His heartbeat quickened, and his desire to toy with his prey began to bloom within him, threatening to overwhelm him. His sadistic tendencies were about to be unleashed.
Half an hour later, Damon was searching for his next prey when he came across two Cheshire Cats. He was about to attack them when he suddenly froze, transfixed by the sight before him.
Damon's chin trembled as he witnessed a male Cheshire Cat vigorously mating with a female. They were so engrossed in their coupling that they seemed oblivious to their surroundings, focused solely on their primal urges.
Damon swore he could hear their moans.
Massaging his temples, he smiled ruefully.
"Seeing this has put me in an extremely foul mood."
Swoosh!
He disappeared and reappeared before the busy pair. Only then did they notice his presence and stiffen, but before they could react, he unleashed a violent kick with full force.
Bang!
The Cheshire Cats were hurled through the air, still entwined, and slammed against a tree. They vomited blood and died on the spot.
"Much better," Damon remarked with a satisfied smile as he approached the dead couple, still entangled even in death.
"What a fitting way to go," he observed, the sadist in him clearly relishing the scene.
Damon decided he would now focus on creating a skill that would allow him to draw blood without having to suck it directly from low-level monsters. The thought of stooping to that level repulsed him.
Looking at the pool of blood forming under the dead Cheshire Cats, his heartbeat quickened.
"I should also try to control my urges when seeing blood, or it could be detrimental to me," he remarked, trying to calm his excitement, which was proving extremely difficult. He had managed to tone it down, but not fully control it yet.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Damon's focus sharpened. He concentrated on the previous sensation of being able to control blood as he willed it. Slowly but surely, he felt as if he had tapped into something. In his mental realm, he appeared in a world made entirely of blood, floating atop an ocean of crimson.
Like a king, he commanded, "Rise!"
The blood sea rose at his behest, and Damon, elated, experimented with various techniques, shaping the blood as he saw fit. Finally, he ordered the blood to come towards him, and it obeyed.
Unbeknownst to Damon, who remained lost in his trance, the blood dripping from the dead Cheshire Cats and the blood within their bodies slowly left them, forming a puddle in front of him. The couple turned into dried husks, completely drained of their life essence.
Meanwhile, in Lilith's castle, the demon queen had been observing her son. She couldn't help but be slightly surprised by what she witnessed.
Emerging from Lilith's shadow, Baalor took in the scene.
"Impossible!" he exclaimed, his shock palpable.
And he had every right to be stunned. What Damon had just accomplished was truly in the realm of absurdity. He had just created a brand new skill - a feat that normally requires significant time and dedication to achieve. Damon had been reincarnated less than a day ago, yet he had manifested this ability. It was no wonder Baalor was taken aback.
The speed at which Damon was developing his powers was clearly beyond the norm. Lilith's surprise at witnessing her son's rapid progress was understandable. For Baalor, who had expected a more gradual evolution, Damon's sudden display of this skill-creating prowess was nothing short of astonishing.
'This boy is dangerous.' he reaffirmed.