Death Mana (2)
"Huuuufff..."
Lucavion breathed out as he opened his eyes, the battlefield coming back into focus, feeling the cold, eerie mana swirling around him. He could sense it clearly now, the energy emanating from the lifeless bodies scattered across the battlefield.
It was a power he had never imagined himself capable of wielding, but now that he had discovered it, he felt an overwhelming urge to absorb every last bit of it.
'If this is the power of my unique constitution, then it should mean no harm to me,' he thought, reassuring himself as he prepared to harness the death mana.
Closing his eyes again, he began the process of circulating the mana within his body, drawing the cold energy toward him.
The death mana flowed like a dark mist, coiling around his form before seeping into his skin. It was a slow, deliberate process—Lucavion was careful not to rush, knowing that this was still uncharted territory for him.