Hiss~
The unbearable itch, as if it penetrated deep into the marrow, emanated from every part of his body, startling Rune Craftsman Holt awake from his dreams within just a few breaths.
In fact, before Holt awoke, his hands had already moved before his consciousness, scratching all over his body according to the instinct of his physical being.
"Again!"
The craftsman, now awake, even with restored consciousness, only respected the will of his physical instincts, increasing the intensity of the scratching.
But this could only provide relief; it couldn't stop the itch. However, Holt, who was already very familiar or rather forced to adapt to this, remained very calm.
Because shortly after his consciousness awoke, the maddening itch gradually faded away, replaced by a pleasant sense of comfort all over and a hunger for food.
Holt calmly suppressed the hunger, sat up from the bed, and with his movement, various sizes of skin flakes fell from his body instantly.
