For some reason, though, he felt that the blood—usually so exquisitely sweet—now tasted… not quite fresh. Not rich enough. Drinking it no longer brought the intoxicating satisfaction it once did.
In fact, it was utterly tasteless.
He irritably placed the silver goblet, still half-full of blood, back on the bone table.
"That damned skeleton... what in the hell did it feed me?"
'The taste of that Gel was simply... too potent.'
Casimir couldn't stop thinking about that taste of Gel. The unique flavor made his mouth water just recalling it, and he felt a sudden urge to return to the swamp that very instant.
He was lost in the memory of the taste when the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the corridor outside the council chamber.
Soon, a smiling Deng Lun walked in, dressed in the neat, dark robes of a Mage Apprentice.
