It could not be reproduced. This also meant... its effects were incurable!
Sometimes, one didn't even need to act; the effects of Position Reversal alone were enough to severely injure a Sublimator... just like now!
In the midst of the chaos, Huai Shi stumbled to the ground, painfully doubling over.
He tore off the small respirator hanging on his face and opened his mouth, but he could not breathe.
He felt his Stigma rapidly shrinking. The Buried Sacred Place around him quickly receded, while his Source Substance scattered, becoming chaotically violent.
His head was buzzing.
It could no longer be controlled.
The regression began.
Stigma: Soloist dissipated!
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"What the hell?"
On the truck, amidst the ruins of another landmass, Raymond stared dumbfounded at the scene displayed on the screen.
Huai Shi got sniped? he wondered. But where was the sniper?
