In the middle of the clearing. Elara stood beside a heap of dead trees covered in blood. Alvin lay before her, his body riddled with holes all over him. Only his heart was intact; the rest of the organs had leaks in them.
But he was not dead.
The pain made it clear for him.
"Every vampire of noble lineage has a chance to awaken this power—power that derives from their ancestry and their blood." Elara waved her hands once more and pulled back some small branches that were still in his body.
"And this was the basic ability of my power. The Metanoa family has an undisputed monopoly over the power of the mind. Even though it sounds simple, each of the powers of the mind we awaken is bound to be extraordinary."
"Don't worry, you will start healing soon enough." Elara looked at his pained expression and tried to comfort him, but Alvin did not even pay attention to her words.
