บท 172: New Blood

The moment the final remnants of life left Vandread, the boy's eyes shot open as he exhaled sharply, sitting up in a jarring fashion as he clutched his chest.

What happened? I'm alive–what is this feeling? My body…I feel…perfect? There's no pain–nothing, he questioned.

Patting his own body, he realized even the injuries he endured in the battle were gone, witnessing a small, black thread finish closing one such laceration as a harrowing realization came to his mind.

Sumera called out to him as Melisande embraced him, but his mind was wandering to what his main theory was for the unrecognized feeling within his body.

Slowly looking to the side, he found the answer for himself, seeing the man he once thought as cold and heartless, laying by his side, lifeless but with a smile of unmistakable happiness worn.

"...Vandread…Why?" He asked, choked up as reality set in.