Ramiel emerged from the darkness near the trapped Liza in the Dark Spectrum. Two vials of bright red liquid appeared in his hands. He drank them and threw the empty containers on the ground.
The former hunter clenched his hand, opened it, and repeated the process several times. But the conclusions he came to weren't comforting.
" It's not good... I have to hurry..." - Ramiel cursed quietly. It might seem that his biggest enemy right now was the two monsters guarding the stairs, but nothing could be further from the truth. He wouldn't have anything to worry about if it were just them.
But what the former hunter is facing is time. Ramiel has lost the feeling in his fingers. He can still move them at will, but it feels as if they aren't there. Worst of all, his hand is slowly becoming handicapped. It started innocently enough with a burning and tingling sensation...but in the heat of battle, these symptoms escaped him somewhere...