You pull the life force of those close to death and absorb their essence.
A faint shimmer rises from fallen bodies, tendrils of pale light unraveling from flesh. The wisps coil toward you, drawn into your grasp. The air thickens as their essence siphons inward, merging, dissolving, vanishing within.
# | Type | Name |
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1 | Subclass | Blood of the Shadow |