CH27

Moments before the release of the vice-captain’s art. At the center of the city square, above it, Mutiu remain as was, floating, when he felt a sharp pain, and a heavy pulse from his heart.

Causing him to cough out a bit of blood, with that of a taste of discomfort being its host. As a curse mark plagued his arm, bit by bit from his fingertips to his shoulder, at the time.

“It seems it has started… To think such a weak prey could trigger it, this early on… is quite laughable, but then again, I guess he can’t take full credit for it, given how, I did rush things a bit, using plunder…”

“Nevertheless, I should probably conclude things, at the very least before things takes the wrong turn… Which does beg the question of where to start…” Mutiu thought, as he contemplates on what to do, a bit disappointed by the feedback of things, given his anticipations, and plans.