Damon did not bother with the group of vampires anymore. Information was flooding his mind, and limitless knowledge poured into his consciousness like a raging river breaking through a shattered dam.
For a brief moment, he stood completely still, his eyes half closed as something vast and infinite was opening up to him. He felt as if every bottleneck standing between him and the next stage was bursting open one after the other.
It was not simply power flowing into him. It was understanding.
The ancestor's blood was not merely a relic of strength. It carried fragments of the founder's comprehension of blood itself. Techniques, instincts, and centuries of accumulated insight rushed through Damon's mind in violent waves.
Blood manipulation that had once felt complicated suddenly seemed painfully simple. He could see the structure of blood essence clearly now. How it moved. How it condensed. How it could be shaped into weapons, barriers, or domains.
