Silvery flas already seeped between Lith's fangs as he curled his maw up into a grin and when he opened it, a jet stream of Dread Flas burst against the red wave.
'That's impossible.' Shelk thought. 'Between the two of us, there's not a shred of world energy left. What are those things burning at?'
The answer was that unlike Origin Flas which ignited the world energy with a spark of life force, the Dread Flas needed to accumulate the world energy first. Only after replacing its six elental components with their cursed counterpart was the world energy ignited to beco Dread Flas.
It was the reason they would burn and destroy anything even in the absence of world energy. The Dread Flas packed everything they needed and when they t the Blood Tide head-on, they punctured it like a knife through a slab of at.
While the Blood Tide was spread out and moving in every direction, forming an expanding energy do, the Dread Flas were as focused as a laser. To make matters worse, the Leviathan's bloodline ability was comprised of highly compressed world energy but still world energy.
The Dread Flas burned through it, becoming stronger by the centiter as they turned the enemy attack into fuel.
'Fuck!' Shelk had no choice but to infuse the Blood Tide with a red bolt of lightning, stopping the Dread Flas in their track with a sudden burst of power.
Or so he thought, until the Void Flas component neutralized the Blood Maelstrom and the Dread Flas resud their advance unimpeded.
Shelk activated Blood Blink to move escape but in doing so he emitted a trail of energy that guided the hungry flas to their target. The Blink bought him only one second during which the Dread Flas followed the exit point and hit the Blood Warlock like a truck.
The Void Flas component and the Blood Maelstrom canceled each other while the other five Cursed Flas that comprised the silvery fire burned at his equipnt, body, and mana from the inside out.
Ulma couldn't believe his bad luck. Building a herd was very difficult for a Nightwalker since he needed to find humans with an affinity for the darkness elent who were willing to let him feed upon them.
Every one of them was a treasure hard to replace yet he was now forced to put several of them at risk.
'I can't afford to drain their life forces slowly. If I don't save Shelk, I'll be next.' The Nightwalker consud a large part of the mbers of his herd's life essence and activated his bloodline ability, Shadow Transfer.
The Blood Warlock had Blinked away from Lith and near his ally in the hope of joining their forces. Ulma was far enough from the epicenter of the Blood Maelstrom so the stream of world energy from the mana geyser had already partly filled the void.
It was enough for the bloodline ability to conjure tendrils of darkness that the Nightwalker used to grab at the Blood Warlock. Most of them were burned on contact but they also neutralized the Blight Flas.
That and the absence of the Void Flas allowed Shadow Transfer to pass precious mana and life force to Shelk. It saved his undeath long enough for him to conjure a burst of Blood Flas from his body.
The two flas ate at each other like hungry beasts, the Dread Flas quickly overpowering the opponent before triggering an explosion.
"Fuck!" Ulma sucked his herd dry, using half of the collected energy to recover his strength and passing the rest to Shelk.
At the sa ti, he cast the tier five Source Magic spell, Healing Shroud, on the Blood Warlock who returned the favor by imbuing both the spell and its caster with Blood Maelstrom.
Earth magic ford a cocoon around Shelk, smothering what was left of the flas. Air gave the spell speed and created a vacuum, water cooled down the wounds and provided fluids, while light elent nurtured the wounds.
Nightblood coated everything, ensuring that any residual trace of foreign energy would be destroyed so that nothing would hinder the Blood Warlock's recovery.
The feast had allowed Ulma to replenish his blood core and, since he had already killed them, also to replace his missing arm with one from a human of his herd. The Blood Maelstrom coursing through his body sped up the process, making the transplanted limb shapeshift into a copy of the old arm.
The only difference was that due to the lack of darkness elent it was grey rather than black.
"Oh, please." The Voidfeather Dragon clicked his tongue in disapproval.
He couldn't believe that even from his privileged position the Nightwalker had missed the still-flaming wings on the Dragon's back. It was impossible to conjure one burst of Dread Flas safely.
They only ca in pairs.
The wings sucked in the world energy while also filtering the elents it was comprised of in order to turn them into their Cursed counterpart. Yet producing Chaos gave birth to Decay, turning the earth elent into Corruption generated Choke, and so on.
The byproduct Cursed Elents were stored in the wings, where Lith's life force kept them isolated from each other and the rest of Mogar. He only needed to put them back together in his heart and ignite them with a spark of life force to obtain more Dread Flas.
In a last-ditch effort, Ulma conjured all the spells he had at the ready and infused them with every iota of Blood Maelstrom that Shelk had just granted him. The silvery flas burned through the tier five Source Magic spells like they were paper.
The darkness elent they were imbued with barely slowed the Dread Flas down. The Nightwalker was struck before he could understand what was happening. His natural resistance to all elents was useless as he was burned to a crisp.
The Voidfeather Dragon didn't miss a beat, launching himself forward in a charge with Ragnarök lunging at the enemy's neck while bursting with Immortal Flas.
"I told you to wait f-" A Wendigo as big as he was powerful appeared from a Blood Gate conjured by one of Shelk's apprentices.
The cold aura of his body was focused and enhanced by his enchanted mace, Windgust, making the temperature of everything it touched drop by dozens of degrees by the second.
The Immortal Flas heated the cold air into a dry desert wind, chipping the Adamant of the weapon's head as it turned red hot. On top of that, the strength of the impact sent the Wendigo flying back despite the fact that he was already infused with several bolts of red lightning.
"Never mind. What the heck happened here?" Ulsor asked.
"No ti for that. Go all out and try to last more than one second." Shelk had barely enough strength to feed upon the human cattle that his apprentice passed him from the dinsional gate.
'I can't believe that it took Verhen a single blast of those things to almost kill a full-powered Blood Warlock past the half-full red blood core!' He thought while eating as fast as he could before his core started to fade away.
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