Blood gushed out of Arslan's lips as a claw roughly tore out from the back of his chest, right from the right side of his chest.
His eyes widened in horror, looking forward only to watch as Everlearn's image faded.
"An… An afterimage?"
He thought in shock, and Everlearn landed on the ground.
"Arslan!"
His group mate roared in anger, flashing out toward Everlearn, whose thick voice bloomed through the air.
"Move an inch closer, and I'll rip him apart into two halves."
The second those words were mentioned, they all halted in place.
Everlearn raised Arslam to the side of his maw, whispering into his ears from behind.
"Tell me, it's not in your place to call me a murderer still, is it?" He said, squeezing the flesh and cracking his rib bones within him, as blood flowed freely from Arslan's lips.
"Oh, that right must only belong to some old fat fools wearing a wig in a courthouse, doesn't it?"
