Han Sen was feeling far too hungry. His body was incredibly tired, and he knew he should have been resting, but he was overwhelmed with a strange ravenousness.
He knew such behavior was dangerous. Heresy Mantra was able to hasten his recovery, but he knew the power to do so couldn't just come from anywhere.
If he wanted to recover and get back in tip-top shape, he had to have power.
He was currently not supposed to have any. Curse of Immortality was sure to damage him further, by making him so active in such a weakened condition.
Han Sen kept on scoffing down sacred-blood flesh. He couldn't get enough of the stuff, and he thought each and every fatty, red morsel was better than the highest-class nutritious solution.
After another hefty slab of meat, the hunger of his crying stomach did not relent. The energy inside was not able to keep up with his heart.
