203. Ambrosia

Henry's POV

My heart nearly gave out when I saw him lying there. I sprinted to him, biting my wrist and sucking my blood.

The moment I knelt on the ground and took him into my arms, I pressed my lips to his to feed him my blood.

We already knew that blood from leveled-up people was nourishing for others.

While transferring my blood, I felt him breathe against my skin, and I closed my eyes, thanking every god I could think of.

He also swallowed my blood very obediently, undermining my hope that he was at least physically alright. I let go and mechanically repeated what I had planned to say so that the junkie's vision would be validated.

"It is 1:23, this Thursday."

I put my hand on his heart and felt it beat; relief flooded over me, making me euphoric to no end.

Yet, that wasn't all. I suddenly felt a tremendous power surging inside me before it disappeared, absorbed.