He felt as if he had just sprinted a thousand meters.
Apparently, this transformation consumed a great deal of his stamina.
Despite the situation being beyond all reason, Hakawa Yuuma felt only a slight fear and wasn't too resistant to it.
After all, during the killing day in Shenmu City, life was cheap as dirt. Unarmed as he was, if he ran into any of those crazed lunatics who had lost their minds and killed on sight, he would have had a hard time just staying alive.
Now that he had this power, he at least had the means to protect himself. It would also give him a better chance of finding his senior and the others later.
...
As time passed, morning drew near.
The sky, once as dark as ink and oppressively gloomy, finally revealed a sliver of light.
Heavy, dark clouds still clung to the sky, refusing to disperse like clotted, stagnant blood.
However, the downpour that had been falling like a celestial river overturned had lessened considerably, turning into a fine drizzle.
