Nikolai stood in a dark room filled with broken wood, furniture and stones. The damaged pillars now crumbled, the entire building likely to be dangerous to stay long.
However, he remained stood in the centre covered in blood, his eyes pure black with silver rings as threads of blood began to appear, making them bloodshot. The next moment, small wounds began to appear on the two black arms of Nikolai.
They spurted with blood as the wounds grew larger and his transformation faded.
"Ugh...."
Black blood vomited from his lips. Nikolai began staggering before he fell to his knees now with his eyes on the same level as Sarah, who looked at him with a shocked gaze, her body trembling.
[You pushed yourself too hard—this bloodline is too dangerous...]
Eliza's words couldn't reach him because of the throbbing headache that felt like someone was dragging him across concrete while kicking his body constantly.
