The crowd roar swells and then slowly fades into a hum of disbelief. Cipher steps away from the fallen Drix, his chest rising and falling as the adrenaline begins to ebb. Gluttony trembles in his grip, still pulsing with hunger even after draining the dragon's essence.
This time he didn't feel it.
The pleasure.
Looking down at Drix, he didn't feel powerful. It felt wrong as if he was a cheater for draining his dragon and magic. Even if it was to get something important, it still didn't feel right. And most of all, he felt weird. His body was heating up, and his surroundings were turning into blurs.
Cipher winces as the system's voice echoes in his mind, a sharp reminder that even his victory has come at a price. And this time, it isn't satisfying; it makes his head pulsate with pain. If only he could have clawed at his head to stop the pain, he would.
