Eric crawled back from death's embrace—not for revenge, but to honor the friend he'd failed. Before he could resist, a shadowed system seized his consciousness, binding him to a purpose he never chose. What awaited was no redemption, but a nightmare wearing resurrection's face. Mana flows through all living matter. For Eric, it becomes both salvation and damnation. Every creature channels mana in their blood, yet none hunger as he does. Beast mana empowers him, grants him strength, but leaves a void expanding inside—an emptiness that only deepens with each kill. Human mana alone brings satisfaction: pure, intoxicating, complete. All things living become either sustenance or threat. Every heartbeat throbs with desperate need. To live means to consume. To consume means to murder. The system tightens its grip, feeding his hunger even as he feeds it, demanding carnage for the price of existence.