Damon floated in the air as a mountain of corpses lay in front of him. His blood tendrils then rushed toward the pile, spreading across it in a crimson wave. They slipped between broken armor and shattered shells, burrowing into the bodies beneath until the entire mountain began to shift.
Corpses sank against one another as their flesh withered, and thick streams of blood and essence rose toward Damon from every direction.
He closed his eyes as the first surge entered him. There were too many bodies to distinguish one from another, their power mingling into a constant torrent that spread through his muscles and bones. None of them possessed Origin Energy, but there were millions of them, and for once, his bloodline had enough to keep it occupied.
