Moments before the release of the vice-captain’s art. At the center of the city square, above it, Mutiu remain as was, floating, when he felt a sharp pain, and a heavy pulse from his heart.

Causing him to cough out a bit of blood, with that of a taste of discomfort being its host. As a curse mark plagued his arm, bit by bit from his fingertips to his shoulder, at the time.

“It seems it has started… To think such a weak prey could trigger it, this early on… is quite laughable, but then again, I guess he can’t take full credit for it, given how, I did rush...