Chapter 27: A quiet descent
He who fights evil shall see to it that he doesn't become one.
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Mikel could feel and hear his heart pounding against his chest. His breathing was heavy with every step, awake yet exhausted. He leaned heavily against a broken post, his legs barely holding him upright.
"Hah..." he breathed out, as though the dust polluting the South Block was spilling straight from his lungs. "Damn it."
Deep in his heart, he knew Doom could've notified him of the Blood Chain's growing hunger. But alas, Doom seemed to want to see when Mikel would notice.
Screw you.
Mikel lifted his exhausted eyes ahead to the broken and quiet street. It was dark, with nothing to brighten it except the soft and merciful moonlight.
The bracelet pulsed faintly on his wrist again, a gnawing reminder of its growing hunger.
"Tch."
Another huff escaped him as he forced himself to keep upright, dragging his feet. Despite his slow movement, Mikel kept his hand tightly clenched, as if channeling his remaining energy into that area.
A gesture of protest or anger?