"Excessive. Even for a Newborn, his Blood Thirst is far too intense. He's practically an uncivilized beast."
From atop the abandoned watchtower, Yannick calmly watched the scene below, as though he were watching a stage play from a front-row seat.
By contrast, Tales had to hold up a telescope. Even with the combined enhancement of the lenses and Sin of the Hell River, plus the fireworks periodically exploding across the night sky, he could barely make out the battle ahead:
Luosang the Second roared repeatedly, looking insane as he chased Catherine onto the rooftops, only to be dragged down by a Net Bag that suddenly sprang up and disappear into an alley.
"A Newborn, huh?"
Tales sneered inwardly:
Your Newborns look like that?
"I'd guess it's because he's been blindly suppressing his Blood Thirst all this time. But desire is like a flood. It's better to divert it than to block it. The more one ignores and brutally suppresses it, the more terrifying the backlash and damage will be when it erupts."
The Blood Race from Feast Territory narrowed his eyes as he watched the commotion below:
"So when his Blood Thirst overwhelmed him, he couldn't even maintain basic rationality. He completely became another person—or another kind of animal."
Yannick's eyes flickered as he spoke with feeling:
"As a member of the Blood Race, if you can't coexist with your desires and reach a compromise, you'll end up completely divided. Once one side takes control, the other will be driven out, and the two will go their separate ways."
No wonder. No wonder Luosang the Second had committed so many bloody crimes and gone to such lengths to cover them up.
"Like Jekyll and Hyde," Tales said absently.
"What?"
Tales came back to himself and naturally shook his head:
"Nothing