Fenrir and the others didn't immediately pay attention to Alexandria's transformation. Most of their attention remained fixed on Dummy, who was still rolling violently across the ground in a pathetic attempt to force himself closer toward Noah's blood.
The restrained creature twisted and slammed himself through the dirt hard enough to leave trenches behind him while muffled growls continuously escaped through the bindings wrapped around his mouths.
Thick saliva poured endlessly from the gaps Noah hadn't fully sealed, soaking the ground beneath him as his entire body convulsed with frantic desperation.
The sight drew several different reactions from those watching.
The most common was helpless disbelief.
Not because they doubted the effect Noah's blood had on him anymore. At this point, none of them questioned that.
No, what left them stunned was something far stupider.
