The sound of shattering echoed continuously in the empty hall, where Lyle sat on the throne once belonging to Delaries, and Nia climbed up the stained glass window, extending her tentacles in the air like a cluster of mangroves, plunging her numerous tendrils deep into the water.
What used to be the dining area was now flooded enough to submerge the heels of shoes, and Lyle watched the liquids with surprise, even though they all came from his own slit wrists.
"Incredible," Lyle lifted his left hand, looking at his wrist that still bled like a fountain, "How much blood have I lost?"
"The total blood volume of sixteen adults. The journey of the Rule Breaker has already begun, welcome to the abnormal."
"There's no discomfort from blood loss, my body shows no abnormalities, as if this blood isn't mine, as if my wrist is connected to another dimension. Is this the inexhaustible vein?"
