“Well, less of a choice as much as… a consequence of having won the duel…” Atem points out. Although…
His shoulders suddenly tensed as he swore he heard…
Screaming
Crying.
A flash of searing white hot pain slicing through his right side.
A cold sweat breaks about across his forehead and along his shoulders. He was practically gripping his right side in a bit of a death grip.
“…R-Right. Very lucky.”
















