**Big Sadge, placed 66 out of 503, just missed out on the top 64, which was good prizing in the tournament. Anyway, today is Sunday, so as per our usual Schedule 1, 1500 word chapter for yall.**
'Sigh, leave it to Cynrik to even go so far as to organize a bunch of injured people in a pattern suiting his needs. Still, I can't complain too much since it gave me a starting point.' Kneeling down beside a young man with orange hair and freckles, Brance placed his hand on the person's chest and activated [Mana Sight].
Slowly circling his hand over the young man's Codex and taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Brance's eyes zeroed in on the particle cloud of disgusting Mana in the young Ginger's Codex; his face twitched slightly.
When Haylon's Death Mana was integrated into physical form, Brance noticed and had been fighting a queasy feeling in his stomach, an inherent revulsion of sorts.