Blood bullets
A furrow creased Damien's brow as he pondered the enigma before him. "The timeline is perplexing," he continued, his tone laced with curiosity. "The transition from one rank to another typically spans centuries, yet you have achieved such power in a fraction of that time."
A flicker of uncertainty danced in Damien's eyes as he regarded Blake, a sense of unease stirring within him. "We share a commonality, you and I," he declared, his voice taking on a steely edge. "Neither of us is bound by the limitations of mortal flesh."
Leaning closer, Damien fixed Blake with a piercing gaze. "But make no mistake," he warned, his voice low and menacing. "Even with your newfound strength, you are no match for me. I am a god," he proclaimed, the finality of his words echoing through the chamber.