47: Lowly Curse
Hex puffed up his cheek, mind buggled with regrets and a lot of want.
He had carefully wrapped his right hand, anxiously expecting the dilemna that would come his way.
"My wrist...it is slowly swelling!" Hex exhaled forcefully, expressing a desire to cover his bit off hand with his entire body. Something in him told him that was a terrible idea to choose.
Hex focused his gaze on another area of interest, hoping to relieve some of the strain from his missing arm, which was hurting like hell.
{Main Scenario will begin in 00:17}
'Seventeen seconds left!" Hex let out a sigh of anxiety. This gap was nonetheless assigned an A-rank.
Just like when he was a kid, his greatest arsenal was his ability. Stars capable of destroying any tier of cursed one who dared to follow his path.
With one blast and thy were dead. That time he could also fly!
Useful skills he would sacrifice a toe or two at this moment to have.
