Prisoner of War Part I

A pair of light grey eyes looked duller as those pink lips pressed together, while she was processing something. The small figure of Nemesis’ chief of staff was still sitting in the guild leader’s bedroom. And her face was showing the confusion she was having openly.

The sky outside was dark when it had entered the nighttime completely. The rain was heavily pouring down. And it had been many hours since Wisana lay still on his bed. He was not moving, but breathing in a steady stream, looking totally beaten.

“Signetic Syncro, huh.”

Maysa whispered to herself in a confused voice. She glanced over at her boyfriend again with the face of someone who was having too many things going on in their mind.

Shindanai and Angela had left the room. Obviously, the little mage really left some shocking thing that got Maysa’s head spinning before she went out. Signetic Syncro was too new for humanity right now. Because to be honest, it was just like human’s mutation, even.