Loosening the Bind to find oneself in another one

Mark's fangs bit into the pieces of armor as if they were biscuits. He felt a rush of calmness as he ate it, his body hidden in dust. At the same time, he also contemplated his current circumstance.

Both his main body and his Puppet were in trouble.

His main body was being attacked by a barrage of suicidal enemies who seemed virtually limitless in number, the more he killed, the more they came.

At the same time, the resentment of every creature he had killed in his life so far was also screaming at him due to the after effects of killing someone with the ability Star Fever.

And the more people he killed, the stronger the resentment got.

The hatred of people who were murdered before they could reach their potential.

The hatred of ungrasped possibilities.

Hatred for what could have been!

This hatred and resentment not only made Mark himself blank out, it also made his Puppet Ryan feel like shit.