Chapter 115: You are theirs… Mikel Graves.
"A shan ya—" Everest stopped chanting, his eyes entirely consumed by the sclera. Yet, despite that, he could feel the darkness.
His spread arms hung motionless on either side of him, his fingertips trembling. Slowly, he pulled his cocked-back head and set his eyes on the figure a few paces away from him.
Despite the pitch-black darkness that the candles couldn’t light, the red glow meters away from him was bright enough. It was like the sun itself had descended from the sky and squeezed itself into a tiny ball of fire.
"You..." Everest raised his brows, the scriptures slowly crawling from his temple and into his eyes like an insect. His mouth twisted into a half-smirk, intrigue clear in his minimal movement.
He raised his hand, pointing at Mikel with his bleeding index finger. "...shouldn’t be here. How did you get in here?"
"I want out." Mikel pulled the Blood Chain, and his relic quickly retracted until it was once again just a bracelet. But then, his wrist started smoking as his cursed relic began tightening, almost like its beads were starting to melt into Mikel’s skin.
The scent of burnt flesh was faint, but the heat from the Blood Chain remained the same. It was just that... Mikel was used to it. This arm of his had gone through such severe training that he wasn’t even sure if he should call it trained or just numb from the heat.
"Whatever this is..." Mikel trailed off, raising his chin as molten black liquid started to appear from beneath his fingertips. "...has to end."
[System Notice: Gearing up...]
A second later, Mikel’s breathing was heavy but controlled. He wasn’t panting; if anything, he was calmer than he had ever been.
[Engaging Hyperdrive.]
Everest’s smirk lifted more, slowly reaching for his face with his bleeding fingertips.