His heart was beating fast, his breathing heavy and irregular, the air felt like it was filled with blades as he breathed in, clawing at the inside of his throat.
Closing his room's door, the young man took the golden pebble out again, a bit unsure why he felt so excited earlier.
Observing the glowing golden stone, he only felt an unprecedented sense of fatigue, as if the short run earlier had drained all of his stamina.
He then collapsed onto his bed from deliria, the golden pebble slowly melted into a pool of liquid and was absorbed into his body.
The revelry outside continued while the young man's body reacted by increasing his temperature higher and higher, but that only proved to be futile, as his body ultimately became cold.
Under his skin, large amounts of small creatures could be seen writhing intensely, Soul's Blood was consuming the young body, using his flesh as food to continuously create more Soul's Blood.
