Jenny calmly regarded the amicable Henry, whose smile never once faltered. She looked down at her bloodied, broken hands. They were all mangled up so badly, she could hardly imagine ever being able to hold a spoon anymore.
Due to the fact she was a lot calmer than she should be, there wasn't any adrenaline pumping through her, making her unable to avoid the spike of pain shooting through her hands. And she didn't dare use her lunar energy to alleviate the pain because she needed the pain.
At the moment, she understood one thing: if she focused on the physical pain, she wouldn't have to focus on the pain coming from her heart.
She fluidly controlled her lunar energy toward her feet and spread it into her shadow. Henry remained as relaxed and smiling, but his eyes betrayed a flash of vigilance when he sensed an enormous amount of lunar energy coming from Jenny.