Morveth looked down at the severed arm in his hand.
Blood still dripped slowly from the cut end, warm and thick.
The muscles were dense, far denser than any human flesh he had ever seen.
"…Interesting," Morveth muttered.
He raised the arm slightly and tore off a small piece near the forearm.
Just a bite. Nothing more.
He brought it to his mouth and ate it.
The moment the flesh touched his tongue, Morveth froze.
His eyes widened.
"…What?"
A surge ran through his body.
It wasn't violent. It wasn't explosive.
It was clean. Refined. Powerful.
Morveth inhaled sharply as the runes across his body lit up all at once.
His breath caught in his chest as his internal seals shifted, tightening and rearranging on their own.
"…My power," he said slowly. "It increased."
Zathrek stiffened.
"…Count Morveth?"
Morveth clenched his fist.
Just one bite.
Just that much.
And his strength had risen noticeably.
