Breathing hard with his mouth closed, Cheon Areum lay down on his side on the couch, curling in on himself as his black wings covered him. He was at his lowest point in energy. Any lower, and he would be forced to use an energy booster. Despite having assassinated every person in this small city himself—careful, precise, conserving as much power as he could—his body was still draining faster than it could replenish. It was taking more than it was producing. Cheon Areum closed his eyes, focusing on steady breaths, letting the darkness settle. He just needed a little time.
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