Eldarin shrugged, "A question that I'll save for when it actually happens." 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.