I remained floating cross-legged high above the prison grounds, my eyes still closed as my comprehension of the blood law deepened through continuous refinement.
Below me, the aftermath of my experimentation had settled into a grim stillness. Several of the prisoners had not survived the strain and now lay motionless across the open land, their bodies scattered as silent evidence of the limits I had pushed them to.
The ones who remained alive were barely recognizable in comparison to their earlier state. Their skin had shriveled and tightened against their frames, their vitality drained to the point where even standing upright seemed like an effort. Their breaths came unevenly, and the strength that once defined them had been reduced to something fragile.
Above them, suspended in the air beneath me, a massive pool of blood rotated slowly which I had extracted from their bodies.
