Your strength. It’s mine. You died to give me your inner power and your stamina. It all flows in my veins now. It will flow forever. You are immortal now.
His hand buried in the fur of the fallen prey. He still felt the life pulsing in it, just under his fingers. The fresh blood on his brow, marking his hunt. The blood on animal’s hair, when he brushed it.
Now we are one. Your life feeding mine.
I am one step closer to Thra.