Chapter 43: Skill evolution
Back in the vampire hall, Damon had already cleared the first wave of the fallen.
The corrupted figures had lunged at him the moment he accepted the quest, their forms bloodless, hollowed out, more zombie than noble predator. They hissed and gnashed their blackened teeth as they swarmed, but Damon had ripped through them without any problem.
At first, he had thought of drinking their blood to possibly get their skills, maybe even steal something that they could have possessed back when they were living. The idea was good. The problem was that these ghouls seemed to completely lack any blood whatsoever.
Even when he slashed them, nothing sprayed. No bodily fluid whatsoever. Their bodies might as well be golems.
Damon had to give up the idea of using Blood Extraction as a cheat to get through this test. Not that he needed one in the first place. His basic blood swipe was pulling in big numbers.
-1000
-700
-650
Damon had never been the most talented in fighting but it was precisely because of this that he kept practising endlessly. He used to spend several thousands of gold coins in booking time dilation rooms for skill practise, against his so-called friend’s advice, that bastard who betrayed him.
Now all of that hours of painstaking effort was finally paying of. He got the chance the start over which he never thought he would and he was cracking the trial with ease.
After the first wave came the second wave. This was where the real problem began. These fallen were slightly more intelligent, aggressive and coordinated.