"Lowly mortal, you're nothing more than livestock, yet you dare to look down on a noble member of the Blood Race. I will personally carve out your heart and suck your marrow."
As a Count of the Blood Race, Fabio's face twisted into a grotesque snarl. His fangs protruded, two dark holes sat on his noseless face, and an ugly bat-like visage emerged.
A forearm-thick mist of blood covered the wound, emitting a dense scent of decay and evil.
If it were ordinary flesh, a slight contact would cause it to fester, but for the Blood Race, such energy is a great supplement.
Blood Energy!
A special mist containing high concentrations of negative energy; it can heal wounds, delay aging, and even grant the Blood Race extended lifespans. It's considered a universal energy.
"Silly human, have you thought of your last words?"
Fabio glanced at his arm, and the wound had disappeared, fully restored.
