The blood of a thousand mage.

Xylon approached the place where the demonic fairies were hovering, it was an ominous, spherical container filled with a dark, viscous substance.

 He couldn't help but be drawn to its enigmatic power, his curiosity piqued by the immense energy emanating from it. Ignoring any caution that remained, he leaned in, determined to unravel the secrets within.

As he observed the mysterious substance, his mind raced with possibilities. What could this dark energy be? What secrets did it hold? 

Without hesitation, he extended his hand and submerged it into the dark thick, pulsating liquid, ready to analyze it further.

The moment his hand made contact, Xylon recoiled slightly, its texture viscous and repugnant. A putrid odor filled the air, assaulting his senses. Despite the discomfort, Xylon's insatiable thirst for knowledge pushed him to explore further.