s almost toge
The battle with the ancient curse lasted too long. Scraps of words, saturated with cursed energy, thundered in the air, and every spell Inumaki uttered resonated with pain in his throat. He was on the edge - but could not retreat. The last jerk, a flash of light - and everything plunged into darkness. When he woke up, there were no destroyed temples or magical seals around. Instead - cold asphalt, the noise of cars, the light of neon signs and the unfamiliar smell of a modern city. His body was wounded, and his voice was almost inaudible. The curse he fought with disappeared... but along with it, so did the way back. Late in the evening, Elina, an art college student, was returning home through the park. She noticed a strange young man in a bloody uniform lying at the foot of an old tree. His fingers were covered in ink—or, as it seemed to her, symbols, as if written in blood. \- Hey... can you hear me? - She asked quietly, leaning over. He opened his eyes slightly. "...Shome..." came hoarsely from his lips. She didn't understand, but
About s almost toge
The battle with the ancient curse lasted too long. Scraps of words, saturated with cursed energy, thundered in the air, and every spell Inumaki uttered resonated with pain in his throat. He was on the edge - but could not retreat. The last jerk, a flash of light - and everything plunged into darkness. When he woke up, there were no destroyed te...Read more