"...Uh."
Salvatore opened his bloodshot eyes.
It was nine o'clock.
He hadn't had enough sleep... but he couldn't sleep any longer.
Black, web-like cracks had already crept out from the bronze necklace around his collar, silently covering his collarbones and throat.
And after Salvatore woke up, they began to retract at a visible rate, gradually withdrawing into the necklace.
"...It's almost enough."
Salvatore muttered, "I need to find someone to knock me out... My body can't take much more of this."
Only when he passed out suddenly, the Curse Binding would not react in time.
At the Heath Tower of Black, Salvatore would often seek a Soul Reaping wizard when he was overly exhausted, to strip away his consciousness and put himself to sleep.
Because it wasn't "Salvatore" who was sleeping.
That way the Curse Binding could be circumvented.
Like all Transcendents.
The power Salvatore derived from his Curse Binding was also related to its nature—
