The red spikes made from solidified blood were half-arm in length, all of them shot from close proximity. Even with the projectiles heading his way, Bin didn’t panic. The most important thing in battles is not perseverance or an unwavering and brave heart, it’s one’s calmness, which allows the person to act accordingly and make logical judgments, unaffected by one’s emotions. The youth jumped to the back and retaliated with his blue fire, managing to block three spikes but still got pierced by one. The spike stabbed the lower part of his chest and came from his back, however, no blood gushed out, just a sticky black liquid. Even with a spike impaling him, Bin was unfaltering, his movements weren’t slowed. A fireball was shot at Erena, whose body

Bin did not dream, he felt as if he felt into a bottomless abyss for a prolonged period of time and when he woke up, he saw an exquisitely decorated ceiling along with a fairly large chandelier. He felt no pain but he did notice that his body was stitched up and fixed up, almost entirely.  The young man sat up and looked around only for his gaze to fall on a seemingly bored voluptuous woman sitting right next to his bed. Irina, a four-star general working for Abyss, like the first time he had seen her, the woman was still wearing a very revealing dress, her legs seductively crossed, exposing a portion of her thighs. A pair of crimson pupils looked back at Bin, who was visibly wary but helpless to do anything. He did recuperate some Mana but he was still in no condition

“It is done.” Stated Paulo Ricci after signing the contract and sealing the deal, at last. He smiled kindly and the expressionless youth, feeling genuinely relieved that everything proceeded as it should be. It has been three days since Trewan’s funeral and, instead of leaving or disappearing, Bin actually stayed in Rome, precisely in Paulo’s residence. His two friends, however, left after a heated argument with the youth. Beatrice, especially, was angry at Bin’s behavior. Not only did he not appear in the funeral, but he also distanced himself in his room and refused to talk to anyone. Moreover, he attacked the Blood Facility alone, which was not how they agreed to go about it. Bin always did things his own way, refused to listen to reason, and

“Bin, would you let me examine your body?” The thing that weighed on Emilia’s mind the most is Bin’s peculiar physical condition. She and Ann are experts in the medical field and with them joining hands, they can come up with an accurate result regarding Bin’s condition. They were still not aware that he did a full check-up not long ago so, from Bin’s perspective, further tests are unnecessary and just a waste of time. He knew his body best and, for now, excluding those frequent visions, there haven’t been any detrimental side effects. Actually, he’s now able to use the blue fire and his smelling sense is greatly augmented, allowing him to smell things far away from him, whether it’s an animal or a human. He’s still

as it so happens, tonight was one of the days Emilia slept in Ann’s laboratory. The distance between the clinic and Bin’s old apartment wasn’t small and although it’s not that comfortable, the female scientist deemed it better to stay overnight. However, Ann’s cry of surprise awakened Emilia, who darted toward the source of the cry only to see her own son standing there with someone on his back. Ann got embarrassed, with a flushed face, she stood up and avoided eye contact with the sudden visitor. It was only when the door was unlocked and Bin entered did the young doctor realize who the person on his back was. “Dr. Galen?!” “He’s dead.”