### The Aftermath
The man looked at the woman, whose gaze remained strong and fearless as she stared back at him.
Seeing this, he averted his eyes and clicked his tongue before releasing little Daniel's hand. The boy was still crying softly.
His mother turned toward him and spoke in a gentle voice.
"Babe, why are you awake?"
Daniel continued to sob as the man suddenly snapped, "Goddammit, will you shut the fucking hell up?"
His mother looked at the man fearlessly.
"Don't talk to him like that. He's just a kid."
"Then make him shut the fuck up before I do it myself damnit!" the man retorted.
Little Daniel's cries gradually subsided as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
The entire scene slowly faded into darkness.
*Fucking bastard... Seeing That Damn Face Again? He really makes me want to kill him all over again.*
The scene changed.
Draven was still lying on the floor, covered in blood. He slowly opened his eyes, then gasped for air as he coughed up blood.
He struggled to get up, thinking, *I guess nobody came in, since I'm still lying here covered in blood if I was dying I would've died.*
Now sitting on the floor, he continued coughing before raising his hand.
*I guess there's still some left.*
He wiped the blood from his mouth, then blew his nose to clear out the blood inside.
Finally, he stood up.
*Fuck, I can finally breathe.*
He straightened up and took a deep breath.
*And I can see even more Mana in the air now. My body also feels lighter.*
He turned his head toward the table.
"I guess I ate all of it. Oh well, I guess it was fun while it lasted."
He glanced down at himself.
"I should probably clean myself up, but before that, I have to clean this up."
Looking at the floor, which was covered in blood, Draven immediately changed his mind.
"Fuck no. On second thought, I'm just gonna ask the maid to do it."
He paused, trying to remember her name.
"Hmmm, what was her name again… Lila? No, Liora? Lyra? Ugh, it was something soft, something kind of... floaty."
He snapped his fingers.
"Lyri… Lyriana! Yes—Lyriana. That's it."
As soon as he called her name, Lyriana opened the door, walked inside, and closed it behind her.
"Young Master, you called?"
Her eyes immediately fell on Draven, who was covered in blood, before shifting to the dark red stains spreading across the floor.
Although her voice remained steady, it carried a hint of unease.
"Young Master... you're hurt. What happened?"
*What the hell happened here? Why's he covered in blood?*
Draven looked at her and replied casually, "Don't worry, I'm okay."