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Somewhere near the northern gate, Lucian found a rooftop to sit on as he eyed the two balls of crimson blood floating before him. Extending his hand beneath one of them, he watched as it shrunk from the size of a small person, to the size of a head, then a fist, until finally, the ball of blood was no wider than a fingernail.

Staring, he tongued his pointed fangs for a moment before closing a hand around it, decidedly not throwing it into his mouth.

'No need to appear any worse to the eyes of others.'

Instead, within his closed grasp, the tiny ball of blood absorbed through his skin, entering his bloodstream and suffusing it as it assimilated to match his own. This was how he practiced Boundless Condensation now that every drop of blood was Trueblood. Combining his own blood and waiting for his body to replace it was no longer viable, it had to be an external addition.