[mass release 1/5]
Goldrics poured more of his integration into his wounds, forcefully channeling what was left of his strength. For a moment, it felt like pouring fire into his own veins, but slowly, he felt the bleeding begin to subside.
He pressed harder, gritting his teeth as a dull pain rattled through his body. The blood continued to dwindle until it finally stopped, and soon after, his flesh began to patch itself together in a slow, methodical process.
Despite the progress, the loss of blood was still taking its toll. Goldrics could feel the emptiness coursing through his body—a cold, weightless sensation that dulled his limbs and made his breaths come shallow. He knew he would be off-balance for a while. But Goldrics was no stranger to the brink of death. He had survived worse.
This is nothing… just another scar to carry, he thought, as he staggered upright, willing his body to stabilize.
