This time, instead of supporting, she actively took part and killed any wounded stray or weak beast. With the full support of her perfectly compatible spirit, which is actually rare at this stage, she continued absorbing the essence.
The Green Snake drank it all. It continued growing denser and heavier.
More, Zeyra thought, her vision swimming with pain and power. Take it all!
Her Flame Core… the rare, highly coveted foundation that made her a recognized genius of the Veynar… acted as a superheated furnace. It produced raw, violently pressurized essence that surged directly into her veins, acting as high-octane fuel for the spirit anchored within her.
The ethereal, ghostly apparition of the Omen Blood Green Snake coiled tightly around her right arm began to thrash and hiss. It drank in the boiling, volatile energy of her ambition. The heat inside Zeyra's chest was suffocating, as if she had swallowed a mouthful of burning coals.
