~Laurent
The air was still heavy with the memory of the fight. The dirt beneath me reeked of blood — mine, the mimic’s, maybe both. I stayed flat on my back for a while, watching the canopy pulse with faint light. My ribs creaked with every breath. The system’s faint hum filled the silence, a sound between machinery and heartbeat.
[Skill: Blood Recovery: Active]
Threads of crimson light crawled along my skin, knitting torn flesh back together. It hurt — not sharp pain, more like a slow burn from the inside out. By the time I pushed myself up, the ache had dulled to something I could ignore.
The Hollowwood whispered above me, branches sighing in a wind I couldn’t feel.
“Alright,” I muttered, getting ready to start moving. “Let’s finish this.”
As I walked, a path in faint red lines app
