Lyra felt a rush of power as Kaidën's blood coursed through her veins. She could feel her heart beating faster, her senses growing sharper.
As she drank, Lyra felt a transformation taking place within her. She could feel her body changing, her muscles growing stronger, her senses becoming more acute.
When she finally pulled away, Lyra felt a sense of dizziness. She stumbled backwards, her vision blurring.
Kaidën caught her, his arms wrapping around her like a vice. "Steady," he whispered, his voice low and husky.
Lyra felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She could feel her body rebelling against the change, her stomach churning with a fierce intensity.
But as the moments passed, Lyra began to feel a sense of clarity. Her vision cleared, her senses sharpened.
She looked up at Kaidën, her eyes locking onto his. "What have you done to me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kaidën's smile was enigmatic. "I've given you eternal life," he said, his voice low and husky. "I've given you the gift of the undead."
Lyra felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew that she would never be the same again, that she would never be human again.
But as she looked into Kaidën's eyes, Lyra felt a sense of peace. She knew that she had made the right decision, that she had chosen the right path.