Viper stood before us, the canister clutched in his hand, his face of terrifying excitement. The scouts, Rico among them, stood in a tight semicircle, their faces of nerves and awe. This was it. The moment of no return.
“Alright, Cane,” Viper said, his voice hoarse, a tremor of anticipation running through it.
“Give me the good stuff.”
Cane, his expression grim, took a deep breath. He had a small, sterile syringe. With a precise motion, he drew a small amount of his own blood, thick and dark, into the syringe. This wasn't just blood; it was his essence, his very alpha nature, being offered as a sacrifice.
He injected a measure of his blood directly into the amber serum canister Viper held. The glowing liquid swirled, taking on a silver sheen as Cane’s DNA infused with the concoction.
