Xenn decanted smoky fluid from the purple esyuphee hide sack into the cup and then one after the other poured uncolored, yellow, red, and green potions into the chalice. Auras filled the room with each addition. Xenn eased the ornate vessel to his pale orange lips and gently sipped the smoky warm effervescing liquid. Goose bumps covered his carroty skin and he felt chilled to the bone. He tipped the cup and quaffed the remainder of the liquid. Words appeared in his mind.
“I give you my blood through which you will receive all you seek. You in turn give to me your all.”
Inexplicable surges of strength raced through Xenn.
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