Wicked Curses
He stopped a meter away from Burak and extended his right hand. The worm-like veins surrounding it straightened and started becoming thinner.
It looked like each individual vein was alive, uniquely separate beings from one another rather than a part of something bigger. They moved closer to Burak's face inch by inch who was completely unaware.
His mind was focused entirely on maintaining the shield and powering it which left him wide open to attacks, not that he was expecting to meet a foe when surrounded by his fellow clansmen.
The longest and the thickest of the veins reached around his head and connected towards the back of his neck. But he didn't notice it even when it had pierced his skin. It tried to burrow deeper into his body but could not go any further than the first layer of the skin.
His muscles were like steel and the vein could not go through them that easily, at least not without waking him up.