tasted blood and despair. His l

in shock. His body, stiff as a board, tried

eks to the back of his neck, her fingers digging in

D-Class spiritual power. She channeled it into a faint but

drop of rain on a parched desert. It touche

oat. His iron-tense muscles began to

e a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. Invisible tendrils

ead, she parted her lips s

as yanked back. He tasted the sweetness in her mouth, a

des, shot up and grabbed the hem of her hoodie,

s flickered on, bathing them

ystem reported in her mind. But his state remains

out of thin air, she felt a subtle spatial distortion at her wrist where the Möbius strip tattoo rested. The system had routed the synthesized potion directly from t

ppery taste of her blood spread between their lips. T

uncorked the vial, and she flicked the s

ful, cool current that shot directly in

, clutching his chest and gasping for breath

erate smile touched his lips, but then he felt

being torn apart by knives, was now being en

e S-Class power was his again, under his co

now sitting on the floor amid the broken glass. "What... what

dn't answer him directly. She just stood up, brush

rom this day on, your life is mine. I can not only f

most sensitive nerve. He shot to his feet

bed her wrist, pinning her against the workben

rabbed the collar of his shirt and pul

a low growl, "you can tear me apart. But i

to. But all he found was a clarity and ambition he had never seen before. The

ad, he lowered his head, and like a dying man in the desert finding an o