The blood dripped from his mouth. The feeling of cold flesh still lingered on his lips. His stomach felt a bit unpleasant, yet at his deepest core, he felt satisfied.
He felt like he had satiated a hunger that had stayed with him for years. The unpleasant smell or the unique dryness in his mouth after drinking blood meant nothing to him compared to the satisfaction.
Yet satisfaction too was merely that, yet another worthless feeling.
In comparison, the scripture that had appeared in his mind all of a sudden was too important for him not to care about.
Rodha sniffed as a bit of blood dripped from his nose, yet he just rubbed it off with a hand and looked around, feeling his surroundings.
The storm outside seemed to have abated. The sounds reaching him were either a chorus of meaningless chatter or weak winds.
Yet, as of now, nobody was after him. At least that was good news...
