the Whisperwood became

both with his heavy black sabre, his movements becoming less frantic and more deliberate. With every swing, his mus

d pressed them to his own. Just like before, they m

t invi

he d

pike of agony dropped Damian to his knees. He gasped, dropping the sabre.

ick, jagged lines of crimson and murky grey were bulg

d, his vision swimming wit

from the lynxes and the badger. His body was acting as a battlefield, and his flesh was tearing i

oing to

ed copper. He couldn't just let the energy run wild. If this was Qi, it h

e burning center of his chest. He visualized the chaotic storm of red and grey light.

e comma

ed, burni

o

crimson Qi. He pushed it out from his chest, down into his arms, loop

the hidden energy channels of the human body. The pain was worse than the

nergy once. Twi

Hound's dominant crimson fire. The bulging veins under his skin slowly r

ly drenched in cold sweat. He had survived his first true bottleneck. His

. His enhanced muscles had burned through all his natural reserves to repa

t before nightfall, the beasts wouldn't have