For Mel, who arrived at the locus where the green mist commenced with the succor of the three individuals he had rendered eyewitnesses and accomplices to his transgression, naught had changed. It was evident their ward was the final one, and he was left utterly alone after the others returned to their labor.
He first bathed his vessel amidst profound, drawn-out breaths, and subsequently savored the sensation as he monitored its recuperation, feeling himself grow stronger. Seeing as there was no longer a Kapo to subject him to tyranny, he partook of the bounties of the Blessing of Savagery without relinquishing his focus.
When the volume of the Venom Energy assailing his mind in tandem with his vessel crested the absolute maximum he could endure within his present vicinity, the green mist, liquefying alongside the red blood, commenced circulating through his veins in unison.
