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Everyone scampers, my hands unable to strike anything again. “Oh my goddess,” someone pants. “What the hell is wrong with her?” The words feel far away yet so close at the same time. “She has claws.” “Does it mean she’s been lying about being wolfless!” “Judging by the blood, it could be her first time.” “Goddess, I hope this is normal. She cut me, who knows what diseases she has.” “She cut me too.” Slowly, their words get drowned out by the roaring in my ears. My whole body feels heavy, different. I try to move my hands and feet…but I can’t.

Blood spilled from it. He turned to look around, his eyes searching around for whatever had scratched his flesh off. There was no one within a mile radius. Then he focused on his arm and it started growing larger as animal fur sprouted from his skin, covering the injury. And when his arm returned to normal, the region had been completely healed. Suddenly an applause, totally unexpected, filled the still air. Derik turned and saw, leaning on a battered wall by the corner, Shady. He blinked in surprise when he saw Shady clapping.

His bushy brows and tightly sealed mouth seem to repeat to me, Cauterize, restore blood. It doesn't come out in a stream this time. Dense blue sprinkling leave my fingertips, they settle briskly on the stump and disappear as they land. I'm tempted to look at Saelyna's work, but I recall Veesa's sharp voice, and focus. Slowly, ever so slowly, the crunching of flesh and bone reports progress, until the wound is completely covered in a smooth curve and I can't see any more blood. I don't stop though. The iden comes in a flow now, as I order it to restore blood flow. Color returns to the arm, and gradually to his face.

Days passed by in a blur. Even my sight is blurry, like everything is in motion. My head is spinning like crazy and the vampire blood isn't helping at all. I winced in pain when I tried to remove the shreds of dead skin on my dry, cracked lips. I’ve been drinking vampire blood for almost a week now. It made my skin crawl, my throat parched and my eyesight blurry. It's like I'm being tortured before my death. My body has grown skinnier.

That's just the face. The body itself is even worse. Blood is pouring onto the ground in a giant puddle. It’s blackened and some of it has dried onto the ground. Not only is it in the puddle but it’s splattered all around the area in arcs. The chest has been skinned alive and the skin is completely missing. There is no sign of it. All we see is the muscle and bones that lay underneath it. The sternum and ribs are cracked open wide.

At a glance, he appeared like a mad wild beast. The killing intent instantly turned into a terrifying airwave, and it rolled toward the surroundings. At that time, Brayden's figure trembled abruptly. Then, just when everyone thought he was exhausted due to losing too much blood, they saw Brayden's chest puffed up. The bulging was only about the size of a fist. After it appeared, it followed along Brayden's shoulders and moved toward his right arm. Then, it went down, passing by the elbow, reaching the wrist, and finally stopped at Brayden's palm.

I'm nothing to them! With the room empty, I surge towards Bryce's unconscious form on the bed, carefully extracting the bloated leeches and placing the creatures into a jar the quack doctors left, filled with other parasites. Gross! Bryce's skin color is still pale, and there are new wounds are on his inner-arms, caused by the fucking blood-letting. Fucking idiots! I check his pulse, the heart rate is fast and erratic, and his skin is hot. Goddammit!

Golden Cicada shook his head, his expression calm. However, the wound on his neck was spurting with blood, looking extremely horrific. The mangled flesh had turned black, giving off a fetid stench. The blood vessels around the wound were protruding, bruising into a dark green. This color was spreading inwardly along the blood vessels, looking extremely horrific. Ding Hao inhaled a cold breath. The injury was more serious than he had imagined.

I don’t know if this is real or the projection is somehow fucking with me. But I can actually smell it, the metallic tinge of blood. And it’s not coming from his mouth anymore. He’s just getting drenched in it. Meanwhile, the rips and the screaming fill the room with vibrations. Blood continues to seep out of the cracks in his skin, now pooling around him on the floor like some sort of a halo as he arches his back and stares right at me. The black spikes that are coming through his muscles and piercing him are getting thicker and thicker, resembling tough and thick fur that looks more like a bunch of thorns in a growing vine.

He halted on his steps as he drew closer and the extent of damage became much more visible. Deep inflamed gash oozing both blood and pus from his exposed peeled skin. The skin on the right side of his upper body had been peeled upward, some of which were covered with bandages. The putrid stench of exposed meat had already summoned a horde of buzzing flies, burrowing under his skin every time it rose and fell with his uneven breathing.