Jack's claws and fangs retreated to where they belonged. His bloodlust subsided as his perfect posture disappeared and indifference crumbled away. He stumbled toward a tree with watery eyes. His throat felt clogged as he gasped for breath. He tried to throw up, but nothing came out.
"What the fuck did I just do?" Jack muttered while clenching his bloodied fist tightly. "How can I just kill someone? Especially like that?"
Now that his body was no longer in control, he was horrified at what he had just done. He had sucked both Imryll's and Melinda's blood to fuel his mana expenditure; otherwise, he never would have been able to use his Psychic Magic for this long without damaging his own brain and mana circuits. Yet he was feeling the burn, despite his vampiric regeneration. He had really gone overboard.
"Ugh, everything hurts so fucking much!" Jack grunted. His body was on fire from his mana circuits being overused.
