Eldarin shrugged, [b]"A question that I'll save for when it actually happens."[/b] His friend's skepticism was not shared, Eldarin already knew well the healing powers of mere blood from one of those corrupted creatures. Perhaps becoming a demi-god was an exaggeration, but if the liquid could turn a fox that barely came up to his knee-caps into the monster he'd fought, the difference was marginal. Though he also didn't relish the thought of becoming a thoughtless monster, power was useless if you couldn't control it after all.