Takezo didn't even realize there was someone standing behind him. But when he did, it was already too late.
Splat!
A fair hand jutted out of his chest. Blood spilled from Takezo's mouth as he lowered his head in shock. His heart was gripped tightly in the palm of this fair hand.
With bloodshot eyes, Takezo weakly turned to Adam. His lips parted… but before he could say a word, the light in his eyes had already dimmed.
He miserably collapsed to the floor with a gaping wound on his chest, and his heart was missing. The fair hand clenched his heart, then tossed it on the ground.
A moment later, a small orb of light emerged from Takezo's corpse, then shot inside the body of his murderer—a tall figure in a dark cloak.
This newcomer's appearance was hidden in the shadow of his hood, yet Adam already knew who it was.
The cloaked figure wiped the blood from his hand, then turned to Adam and smiled. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
