Curse Absorption

As the last flicker of life leaves the creature, you extend a hand toward its vanishing corpse. A sharp, guttural word escapes your lips, and a ripple of black and violet energy flows from your palm. You clench your hand into a fist, and the creature’s spiritual essence—a swirling vortex of shadowy malice—is violently compressed and pulled toward you. It condenses into a small, pulsing black orb that shoots toward your open mouth, leaving a trail of frigid air. The orb, tasting like foul-smelling oil and burnt metal, slides down your throat, and you feel a surge of alien power, followed by a moment of intense revulsion.