Beneath the sheltering canopy of a mighty tree, bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight, Jin found solace in the depths of the moonlit forest.
Leaning against the rough bark, his gaze fixed upon the ground, he discovered a tiny pool of blood, its crimson hue stark against the velvety darkness of the night.
As he pondered, a question took root within his mind: "How can this power be used? Can blood be controlled merely by will?" With unwavering focus and an attunement to the arcane energies coursing through his veins, Jin extended his thoughts toward the viscous liquid.
He reached out with his consciousness, weaving his will with the essence of the blood, and a subtle shift coursed through the fabric of reality, demanding more of his attention.
Under the watchful gaze of his slit pupils, the pool of blood responded, yielding to the command carried by his thoughts. It reacted with a violent surge, the surface undulating like a living creature.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!