Since the moment I harnessed ether and awakened my quirk—
Ice.
I'd been having this feeling.
This strange, inexplicable feeling.
I can't put it into words, but it's as though there's a something inside me.
A power I just can't fit into words.
It's there.
But I can't grasp it.
It's not my bloodline; I don't know how I know that—I just do.
It's something else. But what?
"Hah," I sighed deeply, opening my eyes once more, staring at the horror before me.
I was screwed.
Royally screwed.
I didn't even know where to focus my attacks—the monster was everywhere.
I was exactly where it wanted me to be.
I regarded the mass of flesh lunging for me. My sword struck true, but at that moment, my instincts screamed. Another sword manifested in my left hand, and I launched into the air. Spinning mid-flight, I slashed at the grotesque hands reaching for me from every direction.
BAM!
