The nauseating stench of blood permeated the entire underground space, oppressive and suffocating. The faint glow of the magical array flickered, reflecting on the pale face of the Young Lord standing in its center. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with agitation and dissatisfaction, resembling a wild beast trapped in a cage, yearning for greater power.
"But... but it's too slow! I need more powerful strength!" The Young Lord's voice trembled with a hint of madness, his nails deeply embedded in his palm, his knuckles turning white.
The magician behind him frowned slightly. His tone remained respectful, though tinged with a hint of unease. "Young Lord, this method is already the most effective for you. Your body has already shown severe side effects. If we intensify the effe
