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... an to rise.
The crimson liquid lifted slowly, swirling in the air before drifting toward Akhil, thickening into a red mist that pulsed faintly with life.
’This is harder than I thought,’ Akhil muttered inwardly, gritting his teeth.
Each movement of the blood drained his strength—it felt like forcing a broken arm to move. But as the mist drew closer, the resistance lessened. Control came easier, smoother, as though the blood itself was starting to recognize him.
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