As soon as the 'vision' ended, Dezhong sprang up from where he was lying with his clothes being wet with his own sweat. The young werewolf's breathing was speedy, uncontrolled and unstable while he leaned over with his hands on his head.
The fear in his eyes was evident while his memory rushed to the horrendous event he just witnessed. Even though nothing happened to him, it almost felt reel. His chest was intact, but he felt the gaping wound caused by the silver bullet. His body was perfectly fine, and yet he swore it felt like it still ached severely.
Quickly opening his system notification, Dezhong breathed a sigh of relief once he saw that his health points had not dropped at all but were rather the same. His energy, however, was slightly low by ten points. Something he thought that was caused due to the terrible nightmare he had.
