Damien leaned against the cold stone wall, his breath ragged as the weight of his actions settled over him like a thick, oppressive fog.
The room, which was now eerily silent save for the faint echo of his heartbeat, felt smaller, as if the very walls were closing in on him.
His gaze shifted to the lifeless thrall at his feet, the woman who had been nothing more than a "sufficient nutrient" for his newfound hunger. He wiped the blood from his lips, his hand trembling with the aftershocks of power and guilt.
[Stage 4: Eros-Blood Synergy – 40% Complete.]
The power was shifting again, deeper now, more intimate. He could feel it mixing not just with his blood, but with his emotions, desires, and thoughts. It wasn't just about feeding anymore—it was about connection, about control.
