Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 442: RECOVERED BLOODLINE VARIANT

"Alright then," Dracula muttered under his breath, his voice a low rumble that echoed faintly in the vast, desolate chamber where shadows clung to the walls like forgotten secrets.

His crimson eyes ignited with an intense burst of light, the scarlet glow erupting outward from him as the central point, rippling across the space like concentric waves disturbing a still pool of dark water.

The crimson burst of light surged forward relentlessly, traveling through the ether and piercing the minds of every being it encountered, implanting vivid memories of how Aaron had ruthlessly dismantled the Lich King and his loyal subordinates, their screams and shattering bones replaying in horrifying detail.

Aaron, having anticipated this very moment, extended his mental senses outward like invisible tendrils probing the void, detecting the thick, intoxicating scent of fear permeating the air all around him, stirring a profound hunger deep within his stomach that gnawed at his insides with insatiable urgency.

The hunger sharpened with each passing second, growing fiercer and more insistent until Aaron could no longer contain it, the pressure building like a dam on the verge of collapse.

With unbridled fervor, Aaron unleashed himself upon the feast, beginning to devour the fear ravenously, drawing it in from every conceivable direction.

Fear from every corner and distant reaches of the super cluster funneled toward him at a terrifying velocity, swirling like a vortex of dark emotions pulled inexorably into his being.

Dracula stood steadfast beside Aaron, his imposing figure a silent sentinel, watching over him with vigilant eyes while providing an unyielding shield against any potential interruptions in the dimly lit expanse.

Aaron poured his entire concentration into the act of devouring the fear, his mind a focused blade cutting through the chaos, for he could afford no distractions, any lapse might cause him to overload and explode into gruesome fragments of flesh and blood.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" Aaron roared in sheer agony, the sound tearing from his throat as the overwhelming volume of fear coursed through him, straining his body to its absolute limits.

Blood trickled from the corners of his eyes, crimson rivulets staining his pale skin, a stark testament to the immense physical and mental toll exacted by his voracious consumption.

But Dracula held back from any intervention, his crimson gaze steady and unblinking, content to merely protect Aaron and maintain his vigilant guard amid the swirling energies.

It felt like an eternity stretched out in torment, the process dragging on interminably, but in the end, Aaron barely managed to pull through, his willpower forged in the fires of desperation.

Aaron collapsed heavily to the cold, unforgiving floor, his breathing ragged and labored, each gasp a struggle as he sweated profusely, buckets of perspiration soaking his clothes and pooling around him.

"That was crazy," Aaron forced out through gritted teeth, gathering a mere sliver of his depleted strength to speak, his voice hoarse from the ordeal.

A wild, almost manic smile spread across his face, the experience a bittersweet symphony of excruciating pain and exhilarating triumph that left him both drained and invigorated.

"Good work," Dracula muttered approvingly, his tone carrying a rare note of satisfaction in the echoing silence. "Guess we’re done here."

"Indeed," Aaron agreed, extending his hands outward as he pushed himself up slightly, testing his regained control. "And the benefits were quite fruitful as well."

From his fingertips, sinuous tendrils of blood coiled and twisted in the air, bending effortlessly to his will like living serpents responding to their master’s command.

"Hmm," Dracula observed thoughtfully, his keen eyes noting the subtle shifts in Aaron’s aura. "Your soul has healed even further."

"Yes," Aaron replied with a faint smile, the corners of his mouth curling upward in quiet elation. "I’ve recovered my vampire bloodline variant in the process."

Snapping his fingers with a sharp crack, he invoked blood magic, a rare and ancient vampire bloodline variant long lost and forgotten in the mists of time, its secrets buried beneath layers of forgotten lore.

With the arcane power of blood magic flowing through him, his outfit transformed seamlessly, morphing into a dark, flowing robe woven from the very essence of blood, its fabric shimmering with a deep, sanguine hue that seemed to pulse with latent vitality.

Dracula watched Aaron’s demonstration in contemplative quietness, his arms still crossed as he absorbed the display without a word, the chamber’s dim light casting elongated shadows across his stoic features.

"Hmm," Dracula noted astutely, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly in realization. "It seems your vampire bloodline has been strengthened even further."

"Indeed," Aaron confirmed, his smile widening with a touch of pride. "It feels exponentially stronger than before, every positive ability attributed to vampires, whether known, debated, or merely guessed by ancient writers, is now at my disposal."

"With the majority of the negative drawbacks eliminated," he elaborated, as a small bat materialized out of thin air with a flutter of wings, perching comfortably on his shoulder like a loyal familiar.

"Very good," Dracula acknowledged, a subtle nod conveying his approval.

"Then I guess we’re done and can leave this forsaken place."

Extending his hand outward with deliberate grace, Dracula channeled his immense power.

Boom!

A deafening supersonic sound reverberated through the space, the shockwave rippling the air, and in an instant, Lilith appeared clutched firmly in his grasp, yanked from afar.

"There’s no need to linger here anymore," Dracula stated matter-of-factly to the stunned Lilith, his grip unyielding yet not harmful. "It’s time to leave."

"What in the world?" Lilith muttered in wide-eyed surprise, her body tensing instinctively as she processed the sudden translocation. "How am I in your clutch? I was galaxies away just moments ago."

Her body language betrayed a flicker of fear, her posture rigid and eyes darting around the chamber, the vast distance she had been pulled across leaving her disoriented and wary in the presence of such overwhelming might.

The entire situation felt like an absurd, almost comical scenario in Lilith’s eyes, the sheer impossibility of it all twisting her thoughts into knots as she hung suspended in Dracula’s unyielding grip.