Elias did not accurately judge the power of an average Siphon, but he could push the insane growth of his Attributes to the fact that he had a hundred pools and was a level 9 Wisp. What could he say was his talent if he were asked?
Opening his eyes, Elias looked at his body, which had almost completed the healing process: all his teeth had returned with a pleasant snap that sent tingles down his spine, and his skin was flawless. No one would ever believe that a moment before, his body had been battered to the bone, and he had lost his body weight in blood, flesh, and bones.
Still covered in the black blood of the abominable creature he had just killed, Elias could still glimpse all the perfect contours of his body underneath the gore. He would need a long and hot bath after all this.
