Grey gasped for air, but choked on his own vomit instead. He hacked and wheezed, the acid and bits of metal sliding down the wrong pipe.
His mind blurred and the pain threatened to make him pass out again.
By the time he finally regained his bearings, he found that he was back in the cabin, Esmeralda once more standing right over him. Her features almost curled, what was left of the beautiful half of her face looked like it was completely marred by darkness.
It wasn't a trick of the light. Grey was almost 100% certain that the scarred half of her face was layered in death and decay, looking far more dark violet now than it had before.
'… I'm alive?'
Grey was confused.
The last thing he remembered was ripping himself to pieces. He tried to repeat what he had with the Last Goblin Swordsman, but that had been a battle between two people who weren't of the Proving Class just yet. Grey could withstand such a thing back then—though it had cost him his life.
