As she consumed his essence, Midnight hoped that he could find satisfaction in his defeat, even though it was not a fight against a true beast. She hoped he wanted to be taken by her as much as she had wanted to surrender to him. These fleeting thoughts flickered within Midnight for but a breath, quickly overshadowed by far more potent sensations. Devouring him felt so much better than taking in venom. The venom that she had demanded from other beasts had held but meagre fractions of essence; the shadebeast she took whole.

And as she felt his essence dissipate, fracture, and become her sustenance, she felt the intense hunger within her flare anew. This was it. This was what Midnight had been craving. The shadebeast satisfied the insatiable hunger that had obsessed her since the DΔϢΠΙΠƓϛ had changed her. Though her size did not increase, devouring him made her essence grow and imbued her with strength. Midnight had been craving essence.

It was ecstasy. It was exhilaration. It felt exactly right. Midnight revelled in the sensation. She stood, fully tense, fully engrossed in this incomparable feeling. There was no pain, unlike with the venom. It was raw, concentrated satisfaction; an overwhelming fulfilment that drowned out all her concerns, as she had only experienced a handful of times in her whole life.

    
Ah yes, oh yes, I see it on your face

I see it, too, you are no stranger to the taste

An exciting revelation

A curious temptation

An addictive exploration

An irresistible sensation

It is quite unique, and incredibly intense

      Does it not remind you of wizard essence?

   
The sprites’ voices had lost all laughter and shrieks. They were enticing whispers, washing over Midnight as she revelled in the intense sensations.

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