Tip—Tip—Tip
Blood dripped from Leon's hair onto the stone floor, each droplet falling in a rhythm as he sat quietly, cross-legged amidst the corpses. His eyes were vacant, staring at the crimson splash pattern forming below him.
"Heal..." he muttered, placing a hand over his chest.
[Cooldown: 1:30]
'One more minute...' he thought, his face expressionless.
"I don't know why, but I wish I had some dope right now," Leon murmured, his eyes drifting toward a severed goblin head nearby, its lifeless gaze fixed on him.
"Stupid fuck... weren't you laughing at me earlier. Not so funny now, is it? Cracking your damn knuckles like you were some kind of boss... Fuck face," he scoffed, a grin pulling at his lips.
[Note: All skill cooldowns have been removed.]
The notification flickered to life, and without hesitation, Leon pressed his palm to his chest again.
"Heal."
