A short dagger spun silently in Fuma Kotaro’s hand, the blade’s gleam condensing into a white shadow that pressed toward Fenger’s chest.
Unlike the earlier thrust aimed at the elbow joint—which had been largely defensive and probing, capable at worst of leaving an ordinary person permanently disabled, but failing to account for the extraordinary constitution of a Hybrids, even though the...
"I am a failure. I barely notice whether the sun is shining or not, because I have no time.
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