A pale blue liquid oozed from my fingertips.
It spread up my arms, twisting and shifting, wrapping over my knuckles like living veins.
The air grew cold and the warrior in front of me had no choice but to stop again, afraid of being killed by being hasty.
Something wrong pulsed in the room.
The assassins backed up.
The warriors hesitated.
The masked leader? He tensed.
"You see," I started, rolling my shoulders, "the other me? He's… different. He thinks too much. He trains. He refines his skills. He wants to improve his physique, his technique, his control."
I flexed my fingers.
The ooze rippled over my hands, like it was alive.
"But me?" I whispered.
I smiled.
"I let it go crazy."
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I let Gluttony consume me.
Letting out a pained cry, I felt something trying to push itself out of my skin.
