Moments before the release of the Vice-Captain's art, Mutiu remained suspended above the center of the city square.

His body had not moved. His expression had not changed. Yet something inside him had. A sharp pain suddenly pierced through his chest. His heart gave a heavy pulse. Then another.

Mutiu's brows lowered slightly. A cough escaped his lips, followed by a thin stream of blood. He wiped it away with the back of his hand and examined the crimson stain for a moment. At the same time, something dark crawled across his arm. It began at his fingertips.

A black mark spread slowly across his skin, creeping over his fingers...