Logan had no time to dwell on his thoughts. He immediately snapped his head up, eyes scanning the surroundings with sharp alertness.
Suddenly, a burning stung on his left arm.
The Truth Mark of The Observer No. 1 seeped into him from a distance, traveling along the cracks in his DNA. Golden, scar-like lines emerged on his skin, creeping up his veins inch by inch with every shift. Each step brought a tearing pain that made him wince.
Logan felt as though his very essence was being drained from afar. The cracks on his five-stranded DNA deepened further, hitting a critical threshold. Faint signs of disintegration began to appear.
Soon, drops of pale golden blood oozed from the pores in Logan's skin, leaving tiny beads behind.
Bar looked down, his chains rattling loudly. "Logan, is The Observer No. 1's gift to your liking? Don't think that Time Rules make you invincible. Now that we know your hand, we've already prepared for this!"
