Daimon's gaze remained fixed on Marco's lifeless body sprawled on the ground, his mind awash with a sinister thought. It was as if a devious idea had taken root in his consciousness, and he couldn't resist the temptation to explore it further.
Without hesitation, Daimon raised his hand, and blood began to flow from his own body, forming a grotesque pool around Marco's remains. It was an eerie spectacle, this crimson liquid enveloping the lifeless form of his fallen foe.
Slowly but surely, the blood began to meld with Marco's body, causing it to dissolve into a macabre mixture. Marco's once-solid form was liquefied by the encroaching tide of blood until nothing remained but a grotesque puddle of crimson.
Daimon stood there, his enigmatic smile never faltering, as he observed the grotesque transformation. He muttered to himself, "To think that it is possible."