Bab 243: Everyone Must Go

Taira controlled his dharma body with cool ease.

He was a prodigy.

The physical burden of using Malevolent Dharma is not something that can be overstated. It's horribly taxing.

The bigger and more heavily armored the dharma, the more energy it will demand and the greater burden one's muscles will feel.

Taira's dharma was not currently fully armored, but the fact that it had drawn weapons meant that it was exacting quite a large toll already.

And yet, Taira was picturesque. His face was neither contorted by discomfort, nor did his eyes betray some semblance of weariness.

Perhaps he was just too far out of his own mind to care about his own body's condition. And who could blame him?

He was just about to lay his daughter to bed on pillows laced with a crushed powder designed to be inhaled in one's sleep.