And standing before an incoming army of beasts, Damian continued to unleash even more rivers of blood.
His marrow churned with production that exceeded anything natural, filling his vessels as quickly as he emptied them. He regenerated the blood he lost, and then he lost more, and then he regenerated more, the cycle accelerating with each passing heartbeat.
The area around him grew redder.
The stone beneath his feet became saturated with his essence.
The Lands themselves drank what he offered with a thirst that seemed bottomless.
And before even a few seconds had passed...
"PERSEVERE."
He growled out the letter of the Primordial Tongue again, and this time his voice carried force that made the air itself vibrate!
BOOM!
