A dark feeling… took control over me… I hope everything is fine in the spaces—
"Master Jo… has been killed."
Ah…
Jo?
Killed?
How?
Jo… Jo…
"Did certain news reach you?" a voice echoed loudly from the sky…
I feel like my heart is falling into darkness. Something was cut out of it… something precious… something priceless.
"So, how many pieces of bad news reached you?" said the blond master.
I raised my head… I didn't understand what he meant… but it wasn't good. Not at all.
"What do you mean?" I said.
"How many of your friends have been killed… do you know the number?"
"What does he mean…?" I muttered internally… then my thoughts began to connect.
"That's impossible!" a furious shout burst out of my mouth without control.
"You bastard… I'll rip his head off and split it in half!"
The master didn't respond… my threats were nothing to him… he laughed loudly and said:
"You'll follow them as well…"
Suddenly… he raised his hand… and a small iron needle appeared.
Swoooosh—
