Verc started circulating his mana at night, as soon as he drank the remaining blood from Morcant's body.
He was in deep, excruciating pain for hours non-stop.
The small room he had constructed for himself at the back of the facility was completely silent, isolated from the rest of the surviving villagers and his subordinates.
But inside Verc's body, a chaotic, destructive storm was raging without mercy. The raw, unrefined essence of the thirteenth demon king thrashed through his internal pathways like a wild beast trying to burst out of its cage.
But not even once did he scream. He made sure none of his people would hear or see him be weak, especially not in the situation that they were currently in.
