Damon had no idea what this energy was and how something like this could be contained in a simple crystal. La Rocha had definitely dropped the ball on this one. If that bastard had known that this energy was so unique, mysterious, and powerful, he would have never parted with it so easily.
It did not matter. Right now, Damon did not care about these things.
He had never once felt a bloodlust so high and intoxicating. At this moment, there was simply nothing else in his mind. He did not care about the game world. He did not care about the real world. He did not care about becoming stronger. His family, Kate, his friends, everything was simply a haze.
There was one and only one thought in his mind, and that was to consume the glorious energy zig-zagging through his body right now.
Each minuscule packet of this energy was bursting with power. Every single thread that coursed through Damon’s body felt alive, like a storm compressed into a grain of sand. It was unstable, unpredictable, and yet maddeningly addictive. He could sense it trying to carve new channels through his veins.
It was tearing down his entire body and remaking it. He was going to become the strongest vampire in the entire cosmos with the help of these strands of glorious energy. He was going to ascend higher than any God or Deity and clutch the throne at the very top. He was-
Damon froze. His eyes reddened as he finally realized that something was off. Right at this moment, pain hit him like a spear to the gut. He doubled over, blood spraying from his lips, as every glorious thread of unknown energy that had felt intoxicating just seconds ago suddenly turned savage.
It was no longer a gift, no longer a feast. It was a thousand blades carving their way through his veins, remaking him cell by cell. Except his body was not strong enough to handle it. His muscles spasmed violently, bones creaked like they might snap, and his skin split in hairline cracks that leaked both blood and pale light, his own life energy!
His mind flickered on the edge of blackness, torn between ecstasy and agony. For one terrifying moment, he could feel his body, mind, and soul screaming, not in triumph but in rejection. This energy was vile and corrupt. It was not helping him. It was destroying him.
"Blood Reign!" Damon shouted through gritted teeth.
If he was struggling, then so was Blood Reign. He at least had his bloodline and his primordial core to back him up and prevent him from becoming completely obliterated and consumed, but Blood Reign was merely a fractured soul fragment. If this unknown energy was ripping him apart, then she was barely holding on.
That too, she was at her weakest at the moment. She did not even have her fragmented legendary prowess right now. She was weak and vulnerable, and this thing was supposed to heal her and make her stronger.
Damn it! Did everything have to go so horrendously wrong? What the heck was this damned energy?
Damon staggered to his knees, clawing at the ground, trying to regain some sort of control over his body and the chaos that was currently rampaging through his body. Every heartbeat felt like his veins were exploding from the inside. He was only barely conscious, and something like regaining control felt impossible.
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