Kyle looked with shock at the arm that had just buried into his chest.
He could feel a hand holding his Core Spark.
The third person, a dirty man with yellow hair, was holding Kyle's Core Spark.
"No rules," the man said with a smirk. "If I wanted to, I could crush your Core Spark right now."
Kyle just looked at the arm sticking out of his chest.
Yet, he only felt mildly miffed about that.
All the pain the Sin Flames had caused him kind of made this seem negligible.
"Ah, I get it!" Kyle said with realization as he looked at the yellow-haired man. "The strong rule, right?"
The man smirked. "Yep."
Kyle realized that the society here was like the society in the Twilight Duchy.
There was no law.
There were no rules.
It was all about not angering powerful people.
Kyle glanced at the arm again, which was still around his Core Spark.
Then, he looked back at the yellow-haired man. "So, how does it feel to be inside a fellow man?"
