When Isiah regained his composure, he realized his underlying theory regarding living human blood was entirely correct.
It was not a unique property exclusive to Lexie. Any living individual possessing divine energy could temporarily quench his monstrous starvation.
The true problem lay in the sheer volume he was forced to consume for it to remain effective.
Isiah calculated with cold dread that each time he relied on blood to quell the void, his body required a significantly larger dose than the last.
'There might come a day when drinking blood will no longer be enough, and I will find myself in desperate need of far more,' he thought darkly.
An even more troubling dilemma gnawed at his mind. The fundamental necessity of consuming blood remained an absolute mystery; he had questioned the mechanics behind this curse countless times, yet derived no logical answers.
