Volerick stared at him. For the first time since arriving in the Great Western Desert, the supreme B-rank being did not look calm.
The crimson wings behind Damon beat slowly, stirring waves of scarlet mist through the sky. The single drop of blood hovering in front of the golden sun trembled slightly as if the world itself could barely contain the force pressing against it.
"You broke through." He said, as if he still did not believe it.
Damon shrugged lightly. "Yeah," he said. "Turns out almost dying is pretty good motivation."
Then he snapped his fingers. The drop of blood spun once before it completely covered the golden sphere. The next second, the golden sphere unexpectedly disappeared. There was not even a single trace of it left behind.
Volerick stared in shock. "You!!" His eyes went wide. He couldn't believe it. His attack had disappeared just like that. "You consumed it??"
