From his pocket, Desmond withdrew something slippery and wet. With a casual flick of his hand, one of Weston's body parts plummeted to the ground, replaced swiftly by a small piece of flesh he plucked from the earth. He examined the grimy remnant of Weston's flesh, a trace of disdain crossing his features. "Quantity outweighs quality when it comes to absorbing energy," he muttered, his dissatisfied gaze drifting towards his stats.
Hovering alongside his stats, a notifications history window panel materialized.
[Absorb completed!]
[Gained 1% of the target's total energy!]
[Randomly gained 10% of the target's total strength and agility!]
[-Status-
Name: Desmond
Gender: Male
Age: 10 years
Race: Dragon
Class: 0th Dragon Slayer
Occupation: None
Unique Energy: 91.29 ⇈
Strength: 69.00 ⇈
Agility: 68.00 ⇈
Stamina: 18.00
Dragon Essences: 0]