Darkness, eternal darkness was all Charles could see, though some time had already passed, Charles thought he could adapt, but he could never fully adjust.
A soft palm gently cradled the back of his head, a chilly metal bowl was brought to his lips.
Charles smelled a familiar stench. "What is this medicine?"
"Human blood, it promotes wound healing."
"Blood has this function?"
"It's useless for others, but your body can utilize it."
Hearing this, Charles opened his mouth and drank directly.
He didn't know if it was good or bad, but his body seemed to have leaned slightly towards that of a vampire, due to the excessive use of that mirror relic.
"If I completely turn into a vampire, would my eyes be restored?" A ridiculous thought appeared in his mind.
Amid Charles's disarray, he felt Linda changing the dressing on his wounds.
When she reached his leg, Charles reached down and pinched the attached prosthetic.
