His vitality that was previously being slowly sapped away, now drained at a faster pace.
Looking down at the hands of Alia and Hadrian, they were turning grey and flaky, peeling off.
It wasn't painful, but that only made the harrowing fear he was feeling in his heart more intense.
If he wasn't careful, he wouldn't even know when death came for him.
He let out a cold mist breath as he felt his bodies in freezing cold.
So, this is rank three essence. There's truly a qualitative change!
Hadrian didn't stop the call, he substituted this state to the small brown furried hair creatures, relieving The Hadrian and Alia vessels, while doubling the rate of decay on the small creatures.
He swapped the call to his other orange haired monkey that was in the opposite direction of the fiend, just to confuse it.
The fiend turned its bald skinny head.
