The blood that Quinn had given him was clearly alive. It had sprung up from the container and rose into small strands and threads, pointing right toward Alex.
"This is new," Alex tilted his head to the side, "In all my years of forging and working with strange materials, something like this has never happened before. Then again, I have never worked with this type of blood before, either."
An ominous feeling was coming over Alex, and there was a good reason for it. Because the next moment, the strands of blood dashed towards him. They stretched out, thinning themselves and knowing whose blood it was, Alex had a reasonable fear that it could be deadly.
His wings started to flutter rapidly as he flew up and began to avoid the strands. Moving left, right, spinning and darting in and out. However, the blood strands would follow him around the room from one corner to another as if they were endlessly long.
