Surprisingly, it was the werewolf which cried out in pain as his arm, which had used the power of the art to function momentarily, got blasted into pieces.
Yes. Literally blasted into pieces, what was left in its places was a short grotesque looking incomplete attachment to the shoulder, moving about aimlessly.
The werewolf watched with despairing eyes as the tall man in front of him, who he assumed to be the man behind his suffering, walked towards another man.
His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw how the man who came later put the first man in his spatial bracelet.
Yes. Spatial bracelet, which meant that man was merely a puppet. He had wasted his art, which lasted only three seconds, on a puppet.
The realization made him feel despair, angry, miserable and helpless.
Laughing bitterly, he asked,
"All because I took on that mission?"
