Dorian crushed the Grey Orc's neck like it was nothing.
Its veins and carotid arteries burst first, followed by the hyoid bone and the cartilage cracking with a bony snap, and then finally the spine. He watched the Grey Orc die in his grip as it tried to break free.
And once it was dead, Dorian pulled, ripping its throat and splashing blood onto his face.
"Blood…" He licked the blood that splattered onto his lips and smiled. "Yummy."
All Grey Orcs are males.
Naturally, as a Supernal of Empusa, the grotesque scent and taste of their blood were more like butter and honey. Even having the blood touch his tongue was already enough for him to feel invigorated.
Being an Aspirant Supernal enhanced the Patron God's characteristics.
Now, Dorian could recover and even empower himself slightly through drinking blood.
It wasn't only to help him satiate his hunger anymore.
Crash—!
Dorian looked to the side at the sound of a loud crash.
