Chapitre 94: Dragon Blood(2)

"F-fuck!" Desmond exclaimed, his frustration mounting as he watched nearly half of the hands he controlled drop the blood bags, resulting in a resounding thump thump as they hit the ground.

Overwhelmed by his own anger, Desmond instinctively clutched his head, hoping to alleviate the pain pulsating through his temples. Much to his dismay, the hands he had summoned mimicked his movements, causing them to flail about in sync with his frustrated gestures.

"Arghh!!!" he yelled in exasperation, growing increasingly annoyed as the hands he had created proved to be insufficient in height to prevent the spilled blood bags from hitting the ground.

The outburst lasted only a few moments before the area fell back into silence, leaving Desmond to contemplate the mess of blood bags scattered before him. He let out a weary sigh, his mind racing as he searched for a solution to salvage the situation.