[POV: Finley]
The whole world was spinning... or perhaps it was
who was swaying?
The first sensation that shot through my nerves was the pain in my wrists and ankles. The thick, rough ropes cut deep into my flesh until it stung all over. Fresh red blood slowly seeped out, dripping onto the floor below... like an hourglass counting down to death.
But what was more torturous than the physical pain was the feeling of alienation eating away at my heart.
The thunderous sound of explosions from the clash of superhumans below rang out, shaking the ground. The sound of tal being crushed, the whistling of mana power, and the roar of a demon... all echoed in my ears, but they sounded muffled and distant. It was as if there were an invisible "thick glass wall" separating
from that world.
I tried to force my eyes open, looking at the scene before
through a curtain of blurred tears.
Down below... amidst the dust swirling like a sandstorm, two n were tearing into each other with power beyond common sense. One was a terrifying demon in black armor, and the other was a young man wearing orange fla gauntlets.
I watched that image feeling as if I was shrinking smaller and smaller...
This wasn't my world... I was just Finley... a small cosplayer happy with piles of fabric, pins, and sewing machines. I belonged in a quiet world filled with the colors of imagination, not this dull gray world filled with the scent of blood and death.
But fate had played a cruel joke, throwing
into the center of the storm without giving
the right to refuse or run away.
"Ugh..."
I swallowed a sob, trying to focus my gaze on the broad back of the person I knew so well... Brother Owen.
In the eyes of the thugs below, or even that demon "Jagger
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