The two men were setting the charge for the last black swan when Kurt's eyes fluttered open. Pain lanced through his neck like a phantom agony from the break that had killed him, and he groaned under his breath.
"Son of a bitch..."
[RESURRECTION COMPLETE]
[Deaths: 15]
[New Ability Unlocked: Elasticity - F Rank]
[- Host exists in a fluid state, neither entirely liquid nor solid, allowing for malleable physiology]
[Points Awarded: +10: Rare Death]
[Available Points: 10]
Kurt dismissed the notification with a thought, pushing himself up onto his elbows. His neck felt fine now, perfectly healed, but the memory of the stranger's hand twisting his head backward lingered like a bad aftertaste.
The two workers were still focused on the black swan, speaking in low and urgent voices.
"Alright, we set the last charge and notify Mr. Masquerade," the second guy said, wiping sweat from his forehead.
