Nineteen marks.
I had four minutes. Maybe five. The Law of Flesh was losing its fight with the green fire in my wounds, and the Law of Blood was doing what it could, but what it could do was not enough. Still, I was thankful. Without that second Law inside me, I would have been dead a while ago.
I was a body held together by Scripts and stubbornness, and both were running out.
Well, it was time to go crazier. As much as I wanted otherwise, I did not think I would be surviving this fight, so there was no reason to hold back.
Sixty-three… I wrote on the inside of my own mouth.
I am not joking. I had run out of hands and most of the surfaces of my body. Without my metallic bones keeping me in one shape, I would not have been able to move at all.
