The syringe Varg produced wasn't medical, it was a torture device made of runic glass and brass valves.
"Hold still," Varg muttered, tapping Rin's forearm with a metal claw. "The Grey doesn't like being bottled, it fights back."
Rin sat in the captain's chair, watching the fog swirl against the bridge windows. "Just do it."
Varg jammed the needle in.
It didn't feel like a prick, it felt like someone had inserted a live wire directly into Rin's marrow. Rin arched his back, his teeth grinding together audibly, as Varg pulled the plunger.
The tube didn't fill with blood. It filled with liquid static, a swirling mix of white and purple that hissed inside the glass.
[System Alert: Critical Mana Drain]
[Status: Energy Siphon]
[HP: -15%]
"Beautiful," Varg cackled, his goggles zooming in on the volatile substance. "Pure chaos in a bottle."
