"N-no way..." Desire murmured as he felt empty right in the center of his chest.
His blood started to rush to his brain as his eyes witnessed the tight shackles on his hands.
Of course, now that he saw the shackles, everything finally made sense.
It finally made sense why Desire felt that his hands were missing.
It was because what he felt were the tight shackles and not his hands!
However, Desire didn't care about that right now as he just...despaired.
After all, this situation was a hopeless one. With his hands being shackled, Desire basically had his abilities to fight cut off right off the bat.
What's more, Desire hasn't really started his training for real. There was no way Desire would be able to adjust to fighting with just his feet.
This situation...was just that bad.
It was so bad that even Desire's past experiences looked like a child's game or something.
