Warning: Mild gore.
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Inside a dimly lit room, two people stood before a bed.
On the bed lay a man barely clinging to life, groaning as his body withered away in pain.
His eyes were sunken, a deep wound tore across his chest, and dried blood covered him. He looked only moments away from death's door.
But the two standing there weren't moved. They were busy talking.
"Are we sure about this?" asked the green-haired man—the same one Armodius had once brought to the Tower.
He was Nel, the new leader of Skulth. The new face of the faction.
The researcher beside him, the one who had been experimenting with the blood of the Greater One, nodded. "Diluting the blood gives only a temporary boost, but it works well."
