Falona smiled. "Thank you. It took me a decade and two years to master." She sat down across from Corvus. Three prisoners escorted by a demon were lead into the room. Two went and stood at Falona's sides, and one went to Corvus's side. "I realize that you're still fairly well-nourished from breakfast, but I brought you a snack just in case." She looked at the prisoner on her right side. Taking their arm, she lifted the weak soul from their body, doing the same to the other prisoner. After absorbing the souls, she used her magic to absorb all of their blood into a silver pitcher. She poured some of the blood into a goblet and sipped it. "Blood keeps my muscles strong," she explained, "so I only drink it occasionally."