Seijirou was feeling groggy.
The sensation was like being submerged in thick, viscous oil—the same substance that had coated the monster on the rooftop.
Every time he tried to pull his consciousness toward the surface, the weight of his own body dragged him back down into the depths.
No, he didn't just feel groggy. He also felt pain.
It was a localized, searing agony in his stomach where the blade had pierced him, and a dull, throbbing ache in his shoulder and thigh.
It felt as if his very bones were vibrating with the residual shock of the "Seeker's" curse.
The price of his invincibility was being collected now, and the interest was high.
He could hear voices calling out to him, drifting in and out of his awareness like radio signals during a storm.
He could hear the faint, rhythmic wail of sirens echoing in the background—dozens of them, a city-wide response to the nightmare he had just ended.
