Bab 499: Glass (Part 5)

Crackle.

The hand fell to the ground, clots of blood flying apart covering the amber resin. After a few bounces off the surface, the hand stopped, leaving a smeared trail of dark blood behind.

Adam smirked as he reached to his side with his left hand, pulling out two glass shards, then did the same with the shards in his neck.

"Argh... How unpleasant... It feels like a fire in my throat..." Adam grunted, his voice hoarse and harsh.

The shrapnel had damaged his neck, but he could continue to breathe, albeit with some difficulty.

"By the looks of it, you've figured it out by now, haven't you?" Tron said in a calm tone.

Adam shrugged with a bitter smile on his face.

"About your blade...? H-Hah... Some things I've become aware of... Gha..."

Adam spat out a clot of blood, feeling worse with each passing second.