Walking out of the shade of the trees, I placed my hand over my forehead to block out the sunlight.
Removing the hand from my forehead, I brushed back my hair before manifesting a pair of pitch-black sunglasses and putting them over my eyes.
Feeling the sweat accumulate and drip down my body alongside my desire for water increasing, I finally decided to discard my corrupted sweatshirt.
In times like this... I wish that not everything I made with corruption was black.
I mean, who wants to wear a gigantic black hoodie in 100-degree weather???
As my sweatshirt disappeared, revealing the countless corrupted bandages on my arms from my fight in the outer-space-like area, my cat also free-fell in the air.
Manifesting a backpack with my corruption, I caught the cat mid-air before putting him in the bag, not zipping him up.
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