Chapter 59 - 59. Blood Moon (2/2)

Another cut and blood gushed from Mack's leg.

He now was doing the same he did on the second trial of the tower.

Using high Essence density to change his own body.

He tried doing the same with his nameless middle finger runespell, but it didn't work. Because he himself was the 'source' of Essence.

He originally thought of doing this inside the mage towers, and was not sure if it would work, but with the discovery of Essence Crystals, his plan went on a little deviation.

And now, seeing how much power each Essence crystal could use, Mack was sure.

Today he is going to bleed until his body evolved again, or he would die trying.

~slash~

Another deep cut was made and blood flowed from his body.

Below Mack feet the red ground was soaked in his blood already.

Each time a cut healed, Mack made another one.

~slash~

It was time to speed up the process.

Mack raised two fingers with his left hand.

He could not lose time. He need to be able to use all those Essence Crystals at the same time or he would not be able to achieve the regenerative speed needed for his blood to produce new blood cells on the frequency needed for them to evolve to a point they could support more Essence Density.

His marrow cells needed to evolve.

And for that he needed an insane regenerative speed, and to be almost without blood on his body.

That was what Mack believed.

And that was his goal.

Raz saw the two fingers and put two more Essence crystals.

The array shined even more with the flow of essence and bathed the surrounding trees in his blood red light.

~thump~

Mack fell to his knees.

The pressure was too much for his already sore muscles.

But he was not angry.

He smiled.

A crazy smile full of pain and blood.

His own blood.

Mack put the dagger over his own neck.

Time to go all in.

He didn't have time to lose.

Is do or die.

”Put all of them!”

Screamed Mack, before the cold metal on his neck became warm with his own blood.

Blood poured out of his own neck like a broken dam.

The warlocks around quickly put all the crystals and waited around the runic circuit.

Mack fell to the ground, unconscious, with blood pouring out of his neck.

They knew it was risky, and they knew that if Mack died, their fates were doomed, too.

Their only hope was for this crazy man laying on that blood pool at the center of the runic circuit to be able to live.

But they didn't knew something very important.

This was not the first time that Mack knocked on hell's door.

And the devil seemed to not welcome him.