Tap! Tap! Tap!
In a dark cave, Kiernan limped one step at a time. His face was pale, as if all blood was drained from his face.
Behind him, a trail of blood followed like a crimson shadow, weaving a jagged line across the uneven ground.
"Hehehe… Hahahaha! AHAHAHAHA!"
Kiernan stopped walking, leaned against the wall, and just laughed maniacally.
However, this time around, the laughter sounded different from before. It wasn't only pure madness anymore. It sounded quite sad and lonely.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
Blood dripped from his right leg—it was because his leg was missing—there was only a stump where it should have been.
"Haa! Haa! Haa!"
Kiernan tried to catch his breath and touched his bleeding stump of a leg, then tightened his muscles to try to close up the wound, but it wasn't completely successful.
"Tight Binding…"
The blood kept trickling still.
