Chapter 9:Adaptation [1]
"What...the was that..?"
Throwing my hands out desperately and making sure I could actually control my own body, I stared at the dead hero's corpse in front of me.
Ever since I had looked into my reflection on the cross, I hadn't been able to control my own body.
It had been as if I was in the third person.
My entire body had been surrounded by a light-blue hue, and I had been able to fly around and phase through things like a spirit.
I had been watching someone else control my own body and fight the hero and his army from above.
During the entire fight, I had been floating around while desperately trying to reclaim control over my body.
Even though I knew that if I took back control, I would likely die to the hero...I still wanted it.
However, nothing had worked.
I had watched "myself" murder over three hundred people.
Although I hadn't done any of the actual killing, my hands started to shiver as I stared at the blood covering my hands.