«What do you think you're doing?...» a hoarse voice, broken by pain, captured the attention of the woman and the crowd.
Chizuro turned slowly toward the source. «You again.»
Head, torso, legs: Kaito's entire body was marked by deep wounds. The transmuted arm continued, little by little, to spread gold across his flesh.
And yet, against all logic, the boy had risen.
«What are your intentions? You can do nothing in that state.» Chizuro asked calmly.
Kaito didn't answer. Only his breaths could be heard in the hall, ragged but steady.
A part of the chapter 37 from the Shadow of Spirit
Link to story: https://tapas.io/series/The-Shadow-of-Spirit-
