"Not bad at all... my master!"
Kakyoin gazed at the scene before him, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint, involuntary smile. A look of profound relief slowly surfaced across a face otherwise etched with pain and struggle.
Just moments before, at the very final instant when the Command Spells had seized complete control of his being, Kakyoin had mustered the last vestige of his will to forcefully draw an arrow from his tunic.
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