Bailong felt his mind explode with bewilderment. One moment, he was sitting across, feeling disoriented and nauseating, then he put the crystal to his bloody tongue and everything happened quickly. It felt like Qinglong was pulling in his guts. Then his perspective changed.
The world was lucid, Sevir was behind him, and the languidness of his body was beyond anything he had experienced. It seeped into his very blood and bones. An excitement rose and fell as his sense of smell opened like a dam. It exploded open.
It made his mouth water, made him want to sink his teeth into the flesh. Around him, the smokey scent of Sevir hung thickly. The feeling didn’t go away even when the man did. He shook his head and tried to concentrate on the crystal. He looked down at the small thing on the floor and inspected it.
“Uhhhh…” Qinglong made a frustrated sound and Bailong rose a finger to the crystal, then paused and wrote on the ground, **what happened?**