The pain was immense. Half of Rhys's body was gone. Erased.
His flawless regeneration was working frantically, burning through hundreds of millions of years of his lifespan in a desperate attempt to recreate what the void had unmade.
It was a slow, agonising process.
Kaelen cackled, his voice echoing in Rhys's mind.
'Do you feel it, cousin? The despair? That is the feeling of true power. Something you will never understand.'
But there was no despair on Rhys's face. As his body knitted itself back together, a cold grin spread across his lips.
The words of the System echoed in his mind.
[Burning lifespan to create a skill]
[Skill [Bloodbend] has been successfully created.]
[Bloodbend]
Grade: Heaven (High)
About: Allows the user to seize control over spilled blood in their immediate vicinity. By imprinting your own signature, you can use this blood as your own.
'That's it…' Rhys thought.
