Lucky or Unlucky
The Fortuna Leader had consumed the liquid, and Quinn was left baffled. He hadn't acted when he should have, but it was because there was so much going through his mind. The number on the flask, after using the inspection skill, confirmed his suspicions.
'That… That's from the blood of an Eight-spiked Dalki, but how is that even possible? I killed Graham with my own hands.'
The highest level Dalki that Quinn knew in existence, and until this day, one of his toughest opponents, was Graham. Their final battle flashed through his mind, and it was almost a slap in the face that it was now back.
'I can't think too much about that now, but I know how much that Dalki blood can influence a vampire's strength.' Quinn thought.
He moved both of his hands down, and the blood swords started to rain down on the spot where Edvard was standing. With the burning energy inside him, he now could move quicker than he could before and was avoiding most of them.