The night sky spread out like thick ink beyond the window. A faint crimson hue flickered in Bruce's eyes, and the familiar silhouette of the blood moon flickered in and out of view.
“Woof...”
Under the sofa, Doggie Thirteen curled up into a ball, its tiny paws tightly covering its eyes, its tail stiffly pressed against the ground. It sensed its master's unusual aura—a coldness and danger it had never encountered before.
Feeling the familiar scent resonating in his nostrils, Bruce exhaled deeply, suppressing the emotions threatening to spiral out of control. He slowly closed his eyes and focused his attention on the Gift Energy System within his body.
In less than ten seconds, twenty-seven units of Gift Energy were completely converted, leaving only three units as an emergency reserve.
