Klaus stood frozen, his breath shallow, his gaze fixated on the dark rune etched into his palm. It pulsed faintly, as if it had a life of its own, a silent yet powerful reminder that something far more sinister now lurked within him. He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his mind spinning with questions, fear gnawing at his every thought. The runes had vanished from his body, only to leave behind this singular mark—an enigma wrapped in darkness.
He squeezed his hand into a tight fist, trying to block the rune from view, but the presence of it burned beneath his skin. The sudden and complete absence of Greed weighed heavily on his heart, like a companion who had abandoned him in the most critical moment. His thoughts ran wild—what had really happened during the blackout? Where was Greed? And what in the name of everything had this cursed egg done to him?
