Chapter 593 House of Shivakulan.

Chapter 593 House of Shivakulan.

In her hand, lay a single drop of black water. It was thick and dense, and various energies seemed to be flowing inside of it, rotating.

The color around her started to fade into that drop of water, and soon enough, Alan could see nothing but black and white. The color in the area had been drained.

However, Lanesha still seemed much the same, unaffected by the presence of the water droplet. She still possessed color, and was unperturbed.

Alan however, was already on his knees, almost coughing up blood. The moment that droplet had appeared, he lost all his strength and couldn't even muster up at any mana.

'What the hell is that... ' he thought, his mind a mix of terror and confusion. Sadly, he wanted to use Dragon Eye's to know what exactly it was, but it sapped him of all means to use mana. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Surprisinly, even his aura was subdued, not even daring to make it's presence known.

"Enough, Mother."

Lanesha's voice echoed in his ear, and he heard a low growl, he couldn't discern who it belonged to, though. The pressure on his body was too much.

But after a moment, it disappeared.

"I apologize for that, Alan. "

Taking a deep breath, Alan calmed his body and finally stood up, releshing in the fact that the terror was gone.

"What is that thing...? "

He asked, hesitant to even inspect it now. His instincts were telling him not to do it.

"Use your eyes. Trust this esteemed one, Nothing will happen."

Reluctant, he used Dragon Eyes to inspect that strange drop of water.

The moment he did, apart from the description he noticed it had a hint of gold within it.

[Name: Drop of Ichor.]

[Rank: Primordial.]

[Description: A drop of Ichor from the veins of the Primordial Dragon of Death, Ariel. It is of the highest quality.]

"... "

He was a bit stunned, to be honest. First of all, not because of what the drop of water was, but because he had already guessed what he was supposed to do it... And wondered.

How the hell, did Ariel agree to this?

He already knew that ancient woman disliked him, even if Lanesha was her youngest daughter would she...

'Never mind, she would.'

"I'm of the opinion you know what is coming next?"

Not just one more time.

Not twice more, not even thrive more.

But ten times.

He had to ensure that hellish pain, ten times.

By the end of it, normal tears flowed from his eyes and he lay on the ground, his soul broken.

His face was devoid of any emotion, and a new set of garments had been put on his body, he didn't know how or when, nor did he care.

He was just filled with the agonizing memory.

However, there was still some... Good things about. A series of notifications appeared in front of him, and Alan strained his tired and battered body to look at them.

[You have confused a drop of Ichor belonging to Ariel, The primordial dragon of death.]

[You have become her descendant.]

[Your affinity to death has increased.]

[Your affinity to darkness has increased.]

[Your affinity to shadows has increased.]

[Your affinity to frost has become more refined.]

[You have gained the ability to understand the dead.]

[You have gained the ability to blend in with shadows and darkness.]

[You have gained the ability, Frostwalker. ]

That wasn't it. Titles also appeared.

[You have gained the title: Grand child of Ariel, Primordial of Death.]

[You have gained the title: Forgotten Lineage of Death.]

[You have gained the title: Member of the Shivakulan House.]

[You have gained the title: Birthright to the throne of death.(This title belongs to 5 beings). ]

"Rest, Alan... You have some more to consume."

He couldn't even share his joy at seeing them... That joy was quickly replaced with horror as he saw another drop materialize in her hands...

Lanesha would have to shove that one down his throat.