He did not speak a word, but the Fleshcrafter's gaze demanded an immediate and absolute answer for the interference. The dark mana around his fingers pulsed dangerously, reflecting the irritation of a master being questioned by an apprentice during a surgery.
Kale met the gaze, his teeth gritted so hard he could feel the enamel straining. "There is only one method of saving Neo," he said, his voice low and vibrating with a conviction that stopped Lazek from pushing him aside.
With a mental command to the system storage, Kale manifested exactly five drops of the Tyrant-rank Red Dragon blood. The thick, shimmering crimson liquid appeared in the air, hovering for a fraction of a second before Kale grabbed the small glass vial. He didn't wait for Lazek's permission.
He forcefully pried open all three of Neo's writhing heads and fed the drops directly into the hydra's maws.
