Asher refused to let the pain cloud his focus. Virelass responded instantly, drawing what little blood remained from the slain assassins nearby. His wounds began to mend, flesh stitching itself back together in slow, painful increments.
But not all of them closed.
His own lightning had incinerated the bodies, charring them so severely that there was barely any blood left for Virelass to extract. The recovery was incomplete, insufficient.
To make matters worse, Virelass couldn't be sent to harvest from nearby monsters. He needed her here, by his side, ready for whatever came next.
The assassins could only watch in stunned silence as the blood of their fallen comrades was drawn toward the rapier in Asher's hand. The unnatural sight sent a ripple of unease through them, and without hesitation, they instinctively stepped back.
They didn't understand what was happening, but they knew better than to remain too close.
