The blood on the floor continued to rise, reaching waist-deep in the blink of an eye. The entire hall had transformed into a sea of blood, and the sickeningly sweet stench was nauseating.
Cheney's head felt like it was about to split open. He slammed his fists against his temples, his eyes bulging as he roared:
"I... am... the Vice President of the Purification Society! The acting President of the Eagle Country Senate! Cheney Kreif! The man with the strongest willpower in the world! I cannot be put under Hypnosis! I am the first Apostle of the Whisperer!"
Even as he screamed, the blood had already risen over his head and was still climbing toward the ceiling.
Submerged in the blood, Cheney couldn't breathe as the warm, sickeningly sweet liquid flooded his mouth. He desperately clawed at his own throat, suffocating.
Just then, he shoved his right index finger into his mouth and began frantically biting down on the second knuckle.
