Sky Tyrant

"Ahh~ Good thing I got it out of my system," Feng Shen sighed, feeling the tension in his body dissolve as the bloodlust faded away, leaving him with a strange sense of calm.

His mind, which had been consumed by only wanting to kill only moments ago, was now quiet and clear.

With each breath, Feng Shen felt his sanity return, grounding him, allowing him to regain control.

He straightened, brushing a bit of dust off his robe without a care for the blood staining its fabric or the melee weapons and arrows still embedded in his flesh.

They were mere inconveniences.

With a steady hand, Feng Shen reached and gripped the hilt of a dagger lodged in his side.

Slowly, he pulled it free; the blade scraping against flesh as a fresh wave of blood spilled from the wound.

It pooled beneath Feng Shen, even more crimson staining his robe and the forest floor around him as the bleeding continued.