The skin on Alaric's sword arm suddenly began to writhe.
His muscles twitched violently beneath the flesh, as though something alive was crawling through his veins.
"W-What...?!"
Alaric's eyes widened. Inside his body Amon's blood was moving. Not outside but inside.
Amon's Blood Manipulation had forced his own blood through the wound created by the sword and into Alaric's arm.
Controlling blood within another person's body was far more difficult than controlling his own.
The strain was unimaginable. Amon's body trembled violently.
Thin streams of blood slowly trickled from the corners of his eyes.
The pressure on his mind was so intense that it felt as though his skull might split apart.
Another line of blood ran from his nose. His vision blurred. Yet he refused to let go.
Above them, the gigantic blood spear continued spinning faster and faster.
