"Wait..." a sudden thought struck Morca, his pupils narrowing. "Did he also practice the Breathing Blood Codex?"
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He glance at Denis before calming down. It wasn't surprising, really–not to Morca, at least.
If Denis was using the technique, then it made perfect sense. Morca had received the Breathing Blood Codex from his brother, Emmett Lee, but that didn't mean it was a one-of-a-kind treasure.
As a mythical technique, rare and revered, there were bound to be other copy–perhaps one safeguarded in the Sherman family's private library, or maybe held by the family head himself.
Still, as Morca observed Denis closely, something didn't quite align. The flow of blood within Denis, the rhythm of energy coursing through him, wasn't the same as when Morca practiced the technique. Yet the way Denis manipulated his life force was too familiar–too precise–to be coincidence. Morca was sure of it now.
Denis must be using a replica–a simplified version of the Breathing Blood Codex.
