Mana Deficiency

Thick steam came out of my mouth.

I felt a little relieved now.

The comfort that I had succeeded in doing what I should have done in the first place was sweet.

There was an unusual scene in front of me.

Writhing like a caterpillar on the ground was Duster.

I enjoyed watching the sight of him writhing in pain.

Forgive me if I was happy on top of someone else's suffering.

You too would automatically be amused when you see his suffering face.

His mangled face couldn't mask his anxiety and agitation. The anxiety and fear of death were clearly reflected in his bulging eyes and chattering teeth.

His eyes saw the wounds on his body, which continued to bleed.

I could understand what he was feeling. But it wasn't a feeling of compassion that I had for him, but rather just an unfeeling gaze that I had to give him.

A pool of blood soaked the place where he rolled.