Chapter 92

As Andrew beheld the unconscious form of Diana, a sense of urgency engulfed him, eradicating any semblance of hesitation. "No! I cannot afford to take any chances. Her life hangs in the balance, and there is no room for indecision," he declared resolutely.

"But—"

"I do not give a damn, Nirvana! Diana requires my assistance," Andrew interjected firmly. With determination etched across his features, he seized Diana's convulsing arm in both hands, his resolve unyielding. Pressing his fangs into the darkened vein, he began to draw out the Venom that threatened her life. As his mouth filled with the toxic substance, he expelled it forcefully, commencing the process anew. With each cycle, he withdrew just enough to expel the contaminated blood before recommencing the extraction, repeating the arduous procedure three times until the ominous tinge faded from Diana's veins, signaling the restoration of her vitality.

"Though I managed to extract most of the venom from her, there ar