"My blood is endless... Be grateful... You will become a part of the endless blood of the Night King," the red-eyed figure's eyes shone menacingly.
"Soon, The blood of the Night King will devour everything," the red-eyed figure said.
"Is that so?"
The red-eyed being's eyes widened in confusion and surprise because it was sure the voice belonged to the being it had just devoured.
Before it could react, a pale hand emerged from the blood and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was holding Damian's head beneath the currents of blood.
"Who... what..."
The red-eyed figure hidden in the darkness felt something was wrong as the grin on its face vanished.
The hand gripping onto the being's grotesque form was firm and strong.
The figure had no doubt whose hand was emerging from the blood currents, it belonged to the being it thought it had devoured.
The being it could not control with its Authority as the blood of the Night King.
