Most of the Gray Blood Patients were already dead, discarded like broken pillows on the ground.
Only a few remained on iron medical beds, restrained by leather straps, emitting weak moans like the beating wings of mosquitoes, or experiencing nervous twitches in their fingers and other body parts.
Lann's gaze was cold when he first entered, but after quietly closing the door, he turned back, his expression returned to calm.
However, this 'calmness' was even more frightening than his earlier cold demeanor.
His boots squished on the blood-soaked wooden floor, pressing the damp wood with each step.
Lann calmly stepped over numerous mangled and eerie corpses, reaching an uncontaminated part of the laboratory bench.
He lifted his head and quickly scanned the room.
Instantly, analysis icons appeared on the Demon Hunter's retinas, encircling various experimental apparatuses.
