Chapter 216: Soul Fracture
[ Acceptance into Marta Kowalski’s territory pending...]
[ Acceptance into Marta Kowalski’s territory pending...]
[ Acceptance into Marta Kowalski’s territory pending...]
[ Accepted! ]
From carrying bags of groceries in the middle of the Nebulous Bazaar to his surroundings changing and shifting. Kazi kept a firm hold and appeared at a girlish room with yellow walls nailed with posters of musicians, many of them whom came from the 90s and 80s. A desk was tucked into one corner, cluttered with textbooks, notebooks, and pens. Beside it, placed without consideration, was a dining table.
"Ah, Kazi! You’re here! Thank you!" Elena went and took the grocery from his hands, hurrying to the left side of the room, the kitchen. Down the middle of the room was a division between the kitchen and the personal resting space.
He watched the brunette hum and get to work, like her motherly instincts had been roused. Her hair set in a side-ponytail, wearing a small smile and getting out a chopping board as well as a sharp knife, she made lunch. The meat Kazi was supplied was that of an Amphiptere, costing over ten thousand points per pound. Ordinarily, kotlet mielony—or Polish meat patties—would have been impossible to make with a normal knife. Luckily, Elena’s bakery was top-notch and the owner was more than happy to supply her with one of their best knives.
Kazi’s gaze shifted from the left, the kitchen, to the right. In the right-side corner was a medium-sized bed where she lay. Not a word was said. Kazi wore a fresh smile and came over. "Marta, hey. How are you doing?"
Her blonde hair was sprawled on the pillow, almost straw-like in texture, and her blue eyes stared into the ceiling. She didn’t move or so much as glance at him. A half-full cup of black coffee lay at the side-table, stained and forgotten. Her body, no, her will, all of it had lost strength. Her eyes were dim and full of a misery he couldn’t possibly understand.