His body, cursed by its insatiable craving for blood, was a relentless machine. It demanded a grotesque sacrifice.
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He found himself in a nebulous sea of uncertainty; should he continue to pin his hopes on this wild gambit or fold under the weight of his skepticism?
Given his dearth of options, however, he was essentially driven into a corner, forced to clutch onto the slim lifeline of success that this plan offered.
"Oh, fuck!"
Lucian cast his gaze downwards, watching with an unsettling sense of dread as his hands trembled uncontrollably—a sinister dance choreographed by his dire physical condition.
A profound weariness had seeped into his bones, an aftermath of his audacious decision to renounce the consumption of human blood for three long, agonizing days.
