The thin lines etched across Riley's dark fanged daggers were already glowing faintly, the crimson hue pulsing as though alive.
The faint light contrasted sharply against the gloom of the cavern, flickering like veins that drank in every ounce of energy they touched.
Riley's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with a bright red glint, and he clenched the daggers firmly in his grip.
His chest rose and fell with steady, controlled breaths, the rhythm of a predator preparing to strike again.
He hadn't managed to land a proper hit earlier—his blades had only scratched the thick crystal hide of the beast.
But that little scratch… that single graze was more than enough for the dark fanged daggers to do their job.
Already, they had siphoned a sliver of mana from the monster's body, greedily pulling it into their glowing channels.
Riley smirked to himself, the faint shimmer in his pupils intensifying.
