212 Just My Luck

'What just happened?' Thomas thought as he gazed at Gregen's unconscious form. He waited for several moments but his captor didn't move. 'Should I get help? Nor maybe…What am I thinking? This is my chance.' He leaned close to his cuffs and felt around the keyhole. 'If only I had something to pick this lock. Maybe I could turn my nail into a lockpick sort of like how Eugene grew his nails. The only problem is that I don't have my life essence…wait a minute.'

He relaxed his whole body, closed his eyes, and cast away all thought. He took a breath in through his nose and felt his chest rise. Out through his nose by tightening his core. After repeating this several times, a bit of life essence emerged from the tip of his finger. 'This poison, nobody knows how it works better than the Virility family.'