Chapter 27 - 1 Handed Murder
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Vincent lay sprawled in the dense forest, his breath shallow and labored as he clutched a blood-soaked cloth against the gaping wound in his side.
His once hulking, animalistic form had dissolved, leaving behind a lean, wiry man in his late twenties.
His short, disheveled hair was matted with sweat, and his sharp features bore the scars of countless fights.
A jagged shard protruded faintly from his pant leg, catching the faintest hint of moonlight filtering through the trees.
"Shit," he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration and pain. "Thinking I could take them all on by myselfβreal genius move, huh?"
A voice echoed in his mind, sharp and cutting. "Yea, that really goes without saying! What did you think was going to happen? We just figured out how to fuse, let alone use my soul energy to track other shard users!"
Vincent smirked bitterly, wincing as he adjusted the makeshift bandage.
"Thought maybe it'd be some fresh-faced kid. You know, some idealist trying to protect the world or something stupid like that." His fingers pressed harder against his side, and he hissed through clenched teeth. "Would've worked too... if that damn woman hadn't shown up."