Luka knelt between Luvia's thighs, his length slipping free with an obscene sound as his vitality leaked from her gaping entrance. Luvia barely reacted, trembling faintly with half-closed eyes, rolled into the back of her skull.
He lifted his gaze from her with a comfortable sight.
Faint beams of light broke through the dark trees, signalling his lack of time.
"Reina."
When he called, the large wolf shuffled from deep within the bushes atop the crater.
Luka didn't know when she left, but let it go.
He slowly covered his body with a thick layer of Miasma, which cost almost half of his entire reserves a few hours ago. After his sudden explosive growth, that amount barely came to a third of his total energy.
'Sweet, this is what I needed.'
Oblivion's Wrath Mode would drain his entire pool, increasing the duration and power proportionate to his level and the amount of Miasma devoured.
