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"Fuck it!" She said only in response, turning on her toes and rushing forward, seeming to use the gift unconsciously, because the first of her steps was abnormally wide. "Eee-eeek!"

Camrad_RIP 23.10.24 в 19:30

The last scream sounded quieter than a mouse's squeak, because the spirit Stepan had summoned stole her voice, forcing her to open her mouth in a mute cry, while the wind spirit picked her up in a soft embrace, restraining her and throwing her right in front of the still immovable shaman-volunteer. The third spirit, from the sphere of life, was sent at the last moment and had time to intercept the control of the bladder, or it would be an ugly embarrassment, especially since he was grateful for the girl's generosity. He wanted to repay her generosity, but the longer he looked at what was happening to her aura, the more he realized that he'd have to do a lot of work because he couldn't break the curse right away. A strong spirit and even a team of such, as he was preparing for himself, would not be enough. He couldn't summon an elder now, taking advantage of the fact that he was covered by a unique disguise, and the cure of this street rat fell perfectly within the criteria of that disguise so even the summoning of an elder spirit would be hidden, if not completely, then most of it, leaving only a slight glow on the sensors, and that only if he was unlucky, the chances of that were fifty-fifty, right?

Camrad_RIP 21.10.24 в 18:05

Stop.

Camrad_RIP 19.10.24 в 13:29

Right!

Camrad_RIP 21.10.24 в 18:05

"Hand." He whispers, using his robes like a mediator and a beacon, invoking one of the more fanciful healing contracts that really fits the situation, though it will surely load him up. "Give."

Camrad_RIP 21.10.24 в 18:32

He gave the subordinating impulse personally, without the help of a spirit, and it worked instantly on the untrained and barely gifted one. She let him take her palm, lost and calm, not even realizing what had happened. It was hot and rough as if the girl had a constant and persistent fever that had been present for a couple of months and a very fast heartbeat. But the latter was probably from terror. He paralyzed her, but he did not turn off her mind, for the call of this spirit, she must be fully conscious. This spirit comes to the call and helps to heal curses, but only if you don't demand payment for the healing, otherwise the curse will be thrown on you or he eat you. It also heals only those who received their curse for the sins of their ancestors before the god. The same spirit could also be summoned in the standard way and for very serious offerings, but then he helped to put a curse so that if not all, then the lion's share of ways to transfer or reset these curses did not work.

Camrad_RIP 23.10.24 в 19:41

Stepan was sure that the girl had not worked out such a complex and cunning structure on her own, and even if she had, it would have been ten times cheaper to kill her. Ten thousand times cheaper. A moment, a second, and then he, like the girl, is thrown out of his body. He also has to keep her conscious, because even gifted, she can't think or realize herself in this state. But now, with his help - very much so, seeing all the beauty and strangeness of the world of the high spheres just as he sees it himself. And she sees him, covered in the gray-black haze of the Shroud that hides his appearance, as well as the claws, clawed paws, tentacles, and wings. She can panic, too, but he suppresses that panic, not by subduing or breaking her will, but by sending her the image-confidence that she is in no danger, that she must wait and see.

Camrad_RIP 23.10.24 в 19:49

The spirit is like a whirlwind, a veritable tornado of raven feathers black as night; it falls upon them both, and they both see the same thing. It is as if the girl were looking at her own thin body, seeing the gray patina and the black drops hidden in its depths, which had penetrated her very essence, much deeper than Stepan had even thought at first. Not just sees, no, Stepan feeds her his understanding and realization of what kind of shit it is and how long she has to live with it. And before a new wave of panic hits her, they are both enveloped by black feathers, images of them, images of the belief of the many inhabitants of the apparition, the belief that blackbirds bring curses on their wings, that it is in their power to take the curse back.

Camrad_RIP 23.10.24 в 19:52

//“To take back what was bestowed not on you, as a reward for deeds not you have done, by the expression of anger directed not at you, by the will of those who came once long ago not for you.” - So whispers Stepan in her mind, taking away some of the fear and some of the intensity of the sensation, keeping her from going mad at the sight of the work and the very presence of such a powerful elder spirit, keeping her from losing her mind in this eerie and not for living and breathing people whirling round and round. And, in a moment, when the reserve was dangerously close to its third depletion when it had replenished itself once more, temporarily sacrificing life to be replenished later, when even that replenished was more than four-fifths gone, the feather cloud was gone, gone, vaporized.

Camrad_RIP 23.10.24 в 19:54

They were back in the alley, back in the material world, only now Stepan was no longer squeezing her palm, which should have the marks of his iron grip imprinted with unpleasant bruises. The girl falls on her ass right on the dirty sidewalk, nearly piercing her thigh with her shiv, breathing heavily and struggling to keep from becoming hysterical. Stepan breathes haggardly, like a dog that has run for kilometers, and his clothes distort his breathing even more, making it infernal in the worst sense of the word.

Camrad_RIP 23.10.24 в 19:59

"It doesn't hurt." The girl who forgot to stutter can't even believe what she's saying. "It doesn't hurt."

Camrad_RIP 23.10.24 в 19:52

She came to her senses quickly, however, and shifted her gaze to Stepan, wrapped in his rags and shivering, whose breathing and wheezing could scare the monsters under the bed. He, too, looked at her aura, now knowing exactly where to look, which made him barely restrain a foul swearing in all known languages at once. The grayness was feathering off her, the symptoms were reduced, and the curse was clearly set back. The girl, who could hardly last a year and a half, could now confidently live for three or four years. But the black dots in the deepest layers of her aura and spirit hadn't gone away, not even faded much, at most diminished a little.

Camrad_RIP 24.10.24 в 06:58

“Go away,” Stepan said, which made her immediately remember that she was actually very scared and there was some unknown ominous shit in front of her.

Camrad_RIP 24.10.24 в 06:58

He glanced at the back of the girl, who had started off very fast and had managed to pick up her dropped picks, and put a mark on her for further search, promising himself to find a way to lift the curse. Though, if even the summoning of an exotic of such specific and necessary aspects of the rank of elder didn't help, he certainly wouldn't risk repeating it anytime soon. There were a couple of other elders who could work with aura and curses, and even better than the one who had recently worked, but they would not come to a similar call, and Stepan himself would not call them outside the super-secure protective circle, because he wanted to live. He wouldn't risk it here either, but the combination of knowledge multiplied by the properties of his rags gave him an excellent opportunity. And if he'd tried to put on some protection and amulets and call his retinue to help him, the bastard wouldn't have shown up at all, or even just attacked right away.

Camrad_RIP 24.10.24 в 07:03

The young man sent a couple of spirits after the fleeing brat with criminal tendencies and a carefully concealed good heart, which would provide her with the necessary compulsion so she would not even think of telling about this evening. Kindness is kindness, but it is better to be safe than sorry. An intelligent interlocutor would realize that it was not an ordinary spirit, but something much more powerful, and the call itself, part of it, could be detected even through the protection. For that reason, the shaman should get out of there. Not much had gotten through the disguise of the rags, not enough to raise a citywide alarm or any alarm at all. But the guards might send a patrol or two, just for the sake of checking, so he shouldn't sit here.

Camrad_RIP 24.10.24 в 07:07

Standing up on wobbly legs, he walked to the other end of the street and then went to his shelter, where he sat and meditated until morning, regaining his power and organizing his overworked aura. It was not pleasant to spend more than three reserves in one day. At least with his new property, he could not be afraid of injuries or other consequences, but it did not mean he should neglect prevention at least in the smallest way. And it was better to keep his thoughts of getting a head start by providing healing services under self-control as well. Healers in this world are important, valuable, desirable, and carefully guarding the monopoly at the lower and middle ranks. In the higher echelons, it is not competitors that one should be afraid of, but grateful clients, who would want to acquire such a useful asset for themselves, to take it, to warm it up, and to entangle it thoroughly with obligations, so that it would be only theirs and no one else's.

Camrad_RIP 24.10.24 в 07:09

"Good deeds should be done anonymously." Once again Stepan reminded himself, throwing off his rags in a corner of one of the storerooms, releasing the spirits trapped in them, and then adding more. "Especially if they are also rewarded."

Camrad_RIP 19.10.24 в 13:30

Received: “advanced work with healing spirits”, “basic methods of healing auric and spiritual bodies based on wild magic”, “advanced basic methods of healing auric and spiritual bodies based on wild magic”; significantly increased affinity with the spheres of healing, purity, renewal, clarity, and restoration; increased likelihood of acquiring knowledge and properties of the branch of healing, energy surgery, and spiritual sculpting.

Camrad_RIP 19.10.24 в 13:31

Acquired talents are added to the Player's overall status.

Camrad_RIP 19.10.24 в 13:30

They're very rewarding!

Camrad_RIP 23.10.24 в 19:55

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Camrad_RIP 19.10.24 в 13:29

Stepan thinking of spending on rest the time that Sylvia should have spent on mastering the System knowledge, went down for a couple of days himself, having to process the increased old and brand new block of knowledge. While healing had simply and uncomplicatedly improved pulling the usual cascade of synergy, the new knowledge was noticeably stronger. No, not that, not stronger, but rather more trumped, roughly on par with the same spiritual operation, more advanced in terms of healing work. Working with the aura and spirit, of course, quite allowed for healing the body as well, but the reverse was by no means always true. The worst wounds, curses, and damaging effects are directed at the aura, and healers working with it have to work against the harshest kinds of attacks and influences.

Camrad_RIP 24.10.24 в 07:13

Add to this the fact that the new knowledge did not operate only within the framework of shamanism, initially extending to witchcraft and puppetry, and we get from the next two plus two another one hundred and eighty-five million three hundred and forty-one thousand five hundred and seventy-four. New spirits, new techniques, new approaches, new everything - the array of information required assimilation, and Stepan was forced to spend that time. It could not be said that he was dissatisfied with his new talents and the consequences of that self-appointed quest. The last stage, i.e. summoning an elder spirit “dry”, without preparation, as well as the subsequent healing, brought the scale of the new level to half and a little beyond it, so he was very satisfied. It was just that the weekend was lost again, and there was no more time for it - there were a lot of plans.

Camrad_RIP 24.10.24 в 07:14

After noting a few new contracts, a couple of witchcraft, and envolting techniques he intended to use on that girl ending the curse on her, he plunged into further problems. He saw no reason to look for information on that curse. He was able to analyze and understand that that crap had been sitting in her for at least fifty generations, so he would have to ask at best her great-grandparents, who might not have come to Stepan's call, even if their spiritual bodies were still in good order at the time of their death. Nor was he going to demand payment from the poor girl for the not-too-successful treatment. There was nothing to take from the girl, who had survived thanks to a fleeting attack of pity for a beggar freezing in the street. No, if she had her own personal magical tower on her own magical source, powerful, and with a suitable infrastructure - then yes, he would not hesitate to hint that she could say “thank you” to a kind healer.

Camrad_RIP 24.10.24 в 07:28

No, he was going to do very different things.

Camrad_RIP 24.10.24 в 07:38

"You animal, you have no idea how emotional I am right now," Sylvia says to him as he pleases himself again with a perfectly cooked lamb stew with garlic sauce and a carafe of berry compote chilled especially for him. "My attempts, all my striving, years of labor, decades of tossing, all have yielded less than the single line I have gained with your help. And there was more than one line on my Tablet! Mmmm, it feels almost as good as kissing a vein full of blood magic. Perhaps, my little pet, I will give you permission for two, no, three weeks at a time to demand of me the right to kiss and lick my slit, and, believe me, all these days I will never once refuse you, sitting on your obedient and sweet face."

Camrad_RIP 25.10.24 в 12:40

Stepan was amazed at the way her mind worked, bringing her to such thoughts again and again. It was understandable she considered him completely trained and subordinate. Therefore, wanted such a reward above anything else. But she also considers her “reward” to be fair and incredibly generous, even though she knows exactly the reasons why her “toy” wants such a reward. And nothing in her head does not click, no moral turmoil, doubts, or at least thoughts in the style of “maybe humiliate him a little less in intimate terms?”, only full confidence in her rightness and smugness to the skies. Listen to such thoughts and immediately even those sprouts of conscience, which try to assert the immorality of such use of bloodsucker, immediately wither away, replaced by assurances that he is still too sensitive and can be much tougher.

Camrad_RIP 25.10.24 в 12:43

“I need something different this time - your help practicing resistance to mental and spiritual control, including, but not limited to, your favorite resonance on blood.” He made up his mind, though, especially given the recent news, this option was becoming inevitably necessary. “Given the System I have in place, i.e. the Tablet, the emphasis should be on minimal theory and maximum practice. Some basic knowledge about how to counteract this scourge I have. Now I need to learn how to apply them in the right way. Ideally, I should also pump a couple of lines dedicated to this particular art into the Status, i.e. Tablet.”

Camrad_RIP 25.10.24 в 12:46

"Mm, you have a lot of requests, Pann. If I weren't so sure of your complete obedience, I might worry about you wanting to get out of my noose, if you were capable of such a wish at all.” With undisguised irony, as if the very thought that he, Stepan, suddenly resisted her will, seemed to her incredibly comical, grotesquely impossible, she teased him, achieving only a feeble smile from the Earthman. “As for your request, I don't see the difficulty of it, nor do I see any obstacles to its fulfillment. I, too, could use a few new lines from the same source of power. And you shouldn't be upset, either. If you train seriously, with maximum practice and inevitable defeats, lessons for pride, you'll have time to work with your tongue on my flower.”

Camrad_RIP 26.10.24 в 15:50

Stepan only twitched an eyebrow in response to such a cavalier attempt to push his fetishes even into a serious and important matter. It was the first time he'd ever seen a puppet base malfunction when the modes of submission overlapped, which was why Sylvia had decided to pull her fantasies of sexual domination over the hapless shaman into absolutely serious resistance training. He rolled his eyes, leaving only the whites visible, tapping into her thinking and seeking to correct the slipped and layered streams of thought. To open those eyes a moment later to the envy of the anime girls and suppress the mental mat that was about to come out of her mouth. Because it wasn't a joke or a malfunctioning matrix of spiritual distortion in Sylvia's mind, but the harsh truth. He double-checked several times, secretly hoping to see signs that either Malter or he was crazy, but no, nothing like that.

Camrad_RIP 26.10.24 в 15:52

It was indeed how she had been taught to resist similar effects. And she gave the corresponding lessons to her chicks. That is, the strategy of pressuring through bloody patronage, forcing, for example, to crawl up her legs and lick her boots, begging to be fucked in all her slits - it was a real working exercise, as she had been trained by one of her older brothers-fledglings. And not just because he was a pervert and a complete human being, even if inanimate, no, because it was more effective. Not by an order of magnitude or times, but by seventy percent more effective than other ways, which she also knew. Of course, during the training, there was room for theory, careful demonstrations of how the effect worked, and gradual complication of the material but the point still boiled down to the fact that in such a confrontation the student would inevitably lose.

Camrad_RIP 25.10.24 в 12:49

These defeats can be handled in different ways, both harshly, and harshly, and even painfully, depending on the choice of the teacher and, quite often, of the student. You can turn to the classic tricks of earthly hypnotizers - glued to the table palm, forgetting your name, or convincing that the sky is green. This, alas, is not very effective, because the subconscious mind, which is flooded with someone else's will, does not want to resist what causes neither pain nor other inconveniences, but does calmly and pleasantly. Stepan, as a worthy student of Auto-Damn-Her-Milf, knew that it was true: the lion's share of the correct influence of the subtle and hidden type was to make the subconscious mind perceive the induced influence not aggressively, but as something pleasant, calm, and non-threatening.

Camrad_RIP 25.10.24 в 12:54

The second most effective option is pain, very strong pain, which will train you not to relax your consciousness, not to give up control, otherwise, it is bad, it hurts. You suffer, agonize, and repent. In some aspects, this method is even more effective but has a very significant dropout rate, huge risks of getting some kind of trauma, phobia, or mild psychosis, as well as guaranteed long-lasting aggression and antipathy towards the trainer. Taking into account that Stepan can kill this trainer with a single thought, he may well be left without this trainer after the first couple of sessions, during which he will be compelled to see himself chewing off his hand or dick. The same elves, even dark ones, use such a method - as far as Sylvia could know, which could be wrong - almost never, and this, you must agree, is an argumentative argument.

Camrad_RIP 25.10.24 в 12:56

There were several other approaches and methods, but among them all, the group that stood out was the one recommended by Sylvia's teachers and all those manuals on love magic and methods of counteracting it that she found later. Stepan called it “erotic” as opposed to “methodical” and “agonistic”. Forcing and inclining the consciousness to something vulgar and at the same time completely uncharacteristic - the same licking of everything possible, the conviction that your long-lost love or beloved stepmother was in front of you, involuntary orgasms and impossibility to achieve them, forcing to onanism, both conscious and not, as well as a thousand and one other ways to fill the contents of Pornhub with selected content. First of all, this way the increased effect was achieved, up to “up to seventy percent” - in fact, there was a different formula, Stepan had already converted it into percentages - and the only risk was that they would like what was going on so much that they would have to acquire slightly broader tastes in bed, and this too could be counteracted by proper meditation and self-injury. Secondly, such influences are very easy to identify, they work on the second most powerful lever of influence, that is, on pleasure as opposed to pain, and therefore to isolate them and learn to suppress them much easier both mentally and morally. Thirdly, there was a huge gain in time, because this approach was, with skillful use, really intensive and effective.

Camrad_RIP 25.10.24 в 12:59

There were also fourth and tenth, but the first three arguments were the most important, beating all others. Because, yes, there were methods that allowed one to go that way without any training in a style that even the Autogoddess would approve of, and Sylvia had the right theory, too, but they didn't provide the same time-reliability bond. After all, her teachers had told her, that love magic was named love magic for a reason, even though academically it would be more accurately called “magic of the feelings and passions.” And, worst of all, Stepan perfectly saw the logic and the right approach in it, that was the problem! That is, there were other methods of achieving the goal in his knowledge, even if insufficiently deepened due to the lack of the necessary specialized knowledge, but the effect was still comparable. And he would not apply such methods to himself, because it is like having a debate with himself - you can debate to a split of personality, without moving towards achieving the task.

Camrad_RIP 25.10.24 в 13:02

Honestly, he made a sincere and absolutely firm vow to himself that if at this moment the Autogoddess gave him a quest to learn the favorite method of Sylvia, who smiled ironically in response to his tense musings, he would send everything and everyone away, and then take a longer and more tedious path, perhaps even a painful one. For better or worse, Her Milfness remained silent, though it seemed to Stepan, almost a certainty, that if she had known of the situation, she would have smiled just as Sylvia did. He would have refused anyway, because “fuck it,” as a wise clergyman used to say, but there were so many arguments against his pride and not-so-monolithic principles.

Camrad_RIP 26.10.24 в 15:54

Starting from the fact that he was about to face in battle some infernal creature whose vice, even a Vice, he was sure, was Lust, which in its essence, like any other vice, was a love magic, working on the mechanisms of deep contact with the spiritual body, on the very border of its transition into the matter of the soul. And even he vowed to approach such a thing at a distance closer than a couple of dozen kilometers, intending to attack from behind the horizon and in disguise, to strike with the forces of innumerable spiritual flocks but gods guard the ones who guard oneselfs, especially since demons have a whole arsenal of tricks to counter prayers. His counterarguments ended with the most important one: if he was not mistaken and his namesake, armed with the same class, and arrived a few years ago, before Stepan, was really brought to this world, then he ABSOLUTELY MUST invest in mental defense and countering all kinds of vulgar bullshit as tightly as possible, up to the infusion of free points in the corresponding talents in any available volume.

Camrad_RIP 21.10.24 в 08:56

“Oh, I have a feeling this is going to be terribly regretted yet, but I'll take it.” He said to Sylvia, and immediately shut off her consciousness, pulling out the doll. "I'm going to set a few bans first, or I don't know what you and your teachers had in there about the limits of acceptable damage to honor and dignity. I don't want to wake up in the morning wearing a woman's makeup, dressed in a courtesan's dress, shaved and fucked by someone. And that's exactly how a couple of your chick brothers were taught, damn...”

Camrad_RIP 21.10.24 в 08:51

Sylvia was in a complete mental pause, and therefore could not physically answer him, nor could she hear or otherwise perceive his speech. But it still seemed to him illogical, that she kept silent with a judgment that struck the heart of the callous shaman. He, of course, didn't bother to clarify and banished the idiotic vision far away into the depths of his subconsciousness, from which it had crawled out.

Camrad_RIP 21.10.24 в 08:49

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Camrad_RIP 19.10.24 в 13:29

The first practical lesson didn't start immediately, no. The first thing he and Sylvia did for almost six hours was to exchange experience and knowledge, to share competencies, Stepan even remembered his teaching skills. Clarifying theory, and the boundaries of how deep that theory was, was a matter of importance. Then Sylvia drank a glass of his blood and began to demonstrate the individual knots and the basics of how her effects worked, while Stepan, who was straining his entire spiritual body, tried to feel and understand these effects, to separate them from his own sensations. It was not difficult, because Sylvia didn't try, even on the contrary, she made her influence as noticeable as possible, only masking it for the sake of decorum.

Camrad_RIP 22.10.24 в 18:43

"That's the other side of resonance control, it's believed, my pet. By making these impulses deliberately visible to the recipient, I am able to speak to them, whisper in their ears, and if they exchange blood with each other, even talk to each other." In her words I can hear a kind of old, old nostalgia multiplied by the same old, let's say, not sadness, but melancholy about the past. “It's rare to apply, rare to achieve the right balance where all parts of the whole come together. My parent, bloody drop to his unknown ashes, was a true master of this trick. He could, if he wished, bind the whole nest together like a single organism. He was accustomed to the fact that at any moment he could make his nest a single attacking flock, capable of wiping the enemy from the face of the earth and the sight of heaven. That's what ruined him. He got too proud and forgot how numerous humans are, how intolerant they are of those who are too dangerous, too poisonous. Eh, I'm glad of what I've become, glad of where I've come to, but I still miss the unity we all knew under his net of scarlet thoughts. Enough, though. Pann, signatures, list in order of decreasing intensity.”

Camrad_RIP 22.10.24 в 19:07

Stepan, who had been listening for a while and almost lost concentration, only nodded and, after taking a few more seconds to refresh the sensations in his memory, immediately started listing. In a voice dry from extreme concentration and slightly hoarse from the long conversation he began listing the requested things.

Camrad_RIP 22.10.24 в 19:09

"Left leg, four nodes, numbness. Right leg, one knot, shot cramp, under the knee. Right arm, clear." Here he pauses, as he has already listed the simplest effects, set to physical effect. "Left hand, control override, finger sweep, partial success, didn't immediately notice. Cortex-amort, sensual sphere, itching on the nose. Cortex-malaar, sensual sphere, the urge to stretch out my legs and relax, recline in a chair. Also, more of a kind of... latirmas-malaar?"

Camrad_RIP 22.10.24 в 19:12

"Is that what you're asking me, pet? I don't need questions, but the exact certainty and the given nodal description, if you haven't had time, just say so, and I'll lower the frequency." In her now we can see both strictness and calmness, which exactly convince Stepan that she was definitely a teacher in her long life, these notes can not be etched by any means. "I know it's hard, especially since you don't answer and don't put a hard block on it, just monitor it, but try to keep your concentration on the small threads, they are the basis of the loop if you miss them. So?"

Camrad_RIP 22.10.24 в 19:19

"Latirmas-malaar." The young man speaks more confidently now, and towards the end does catch the right moment, identifies the impact, and smiles slightly at her trick. "The mental sphere, the emotive bias, the instilled sense of uncertainty, of wrongness, of fear of error. It's clever."

Camrad_RIP 22.10.24 в 19:20

In response, Sylvia gives him the same satisfied and slightly approving grin, and a new series of influences, which for the time being are only to be identified. But soon enough, the tasks became tougher and the methods of control more and more sophisticated. In any other situation, he would have been saved by the spirits, by a direct manifestation of spiritual control and an exit from the body, by a blow and an attack on the controller, but now he can't use it all. That's not the lesson. He needs, initially it is important, to learn to catch the influence that has already partially or completely passed through his defense and now tries to take root in his consciousness. And, it should be said, he was doing quite well. The extensive transformation had changed his spirit enough for him to feel more acutely the compulsions tuned to ordinary humanoids, and simply the ability to use the gift at the level of a Senior Shaman. The same spiritual dialog often involved something very similar, both applying suggestions to spirits themselves and blocking their attacks of a similar type. The only difference was that there it was from the outside, and here it was from the inside, through the blood.

Camrad_RIP 23.10.24 в 19:01

It's difficult, but nothing insurmountable yet, and the experience is dripping in little by little.

Camrad_RIP 22.10.24 в 19:09

The first major test came towards the end of the first class when he had already had time to get a little tired and meditate while Sylvia herself had burned off some of her bloody reserve in active training. She came back hungry, washed clean of dust and grave earth, one of her blows having damaged the fortified foundation and covered her with dirt, dressed in nothing but a bathrobe and gazing carnivorously at Stepan's already exposed vein. Again, as then, she drank him almost dry, and he, already losing consciousness and sinking into darkness from which there is no way out, manages to activate the restoration of life and reserve in succession. The look on Malter's face, fully satiated and oozing with overflowing power, was somewhat anxious and worried, and she only shook her head with a distinctly judgmental expression.

Camrad_RIP 23.10.24 в 19:16

“I can't believe you'd take such a stupid risk just to practice.” She spoke to his face in the tone of a self-righteous coworker or a negligent subordinate. “For sustained control, even with your resistance, far less would have sufficed, even a third, even a quarter of what you gave. And yes, I warn you again - with that much of your blood, you're guaranteed to lose. Tablet or not, you cannot hold my momentum, unless you call your retinue or escape from the shackles of flesh altogether. And even then, the latter won't help, not at this resonance. I can feel you down to the last node of your aura right now.”

Camrad_RIP 23.10.24 в 19:18