Their practice started in earnest. Killian's tendrils lunged first, slicing through the streams of blood circling Evangel. The blood split apart but flowed back together immediately.
Neither of them moved from their positions while shadows and crimson tested the other between them.
The blood danced through gaps in the tendrils like water through roots, only for the tendrils to twist together into walls that shielded Killian.
In front of Evangel, the blood thickened and hardened into a smooth red barrier that stopped the tendrils from reaching him.
"Do they work automatically?" Evangel asked.
Killian hesitated for a second, wondering whether to mention his evolution.
"The tendrils know what to do," he said. Despite their similar situation, the other person was still connected to a Ruler.
There might be certain things a Ruler would tolerate for their own family member, but not for another. Being an evolved host of a Void Spirit might be one of them. Killian exhaled slowly.
