Chapter 569: And thus the Flower blooms
When the agonizing scream stopped and was replaced by a choking sound, they instantly knew something had gone terribly, terribly wrong.
"Young Master!"
"Valen?" Amarein reached out her trembling hands, but stopped in dread as Valen’s back arched and his body seized. His head stretched back, neck tensed and swollen, as if something was shoved inside his throat. "La-Lady D’Ara!"
"He can’t breathe," the vampire frowned as she held Valen carefully. "Sweetling..."
"My Lady, I don’t think the transfusion can keep up!"
D’Ara clenched her jaw--she knew; she had seen the rapid decrease of Valen’s mana. The flow was so chaotic that it blocked the gates, even hindering the airways. She had to do something, or the sweetling might lose his life. Something that could stabilize the flow of mana and fill the core all at once.
Her gaze fell to the box on the bedside table that her disciple gave her earlier. She put Valen down and took the box. "Sweetling, I’m going to use this."
Opening the box, D’Ara took out a blood-red pill and put it inside Valen’s gasping mouth. She moved her fingers, glowing in soft mana, along Valen’s chin and swollen neck. Following the fingers’ movement, the pill rolled inside Valen’s mouth and down, struggling and pushing through the blockade in his throat. With the help of the vampire’s mana, the pill managed to slip through and enter the lump of energy in Valen’s solar plexus.
There, it dissolved and took over.
"Ugh!!" Valen gasped as his airway was forcibly opened with a blast of energy.
On the other hand, the massive energy accumulated from decades of fermentation spread all over his body, filling the barren circuits with raw unprocessed mana. The core that had to accept the foreign energy jolted, and Valen seized again. Screaming again.