§ Servitude

Some time had passed since Ezekiel was last conscious. He is lying down on the grass under a tree with his eyes closed. His body which was struck by lightning had healed thanks to Starr's efforts.

He opened his eyes slowly and his blurred vision started getting colour. The greenery, the beams of light that pierced through the branches of the tree. He felt the calming breeze that blew.

Slowly, the man sat up but a sharp ringing sound shot in his head, forcing him to clutch at his head and covering his ears. The sound cleared and the man stood up. Unlike the heaviness he felt since being hit by the shockwave of the stones, he was now back to normal.

"Well well well, look who finally decided to join the living." Starr's teasing voice called behind him.

"Was it too much to ask you be serious about anything for just a day? You're really hopeless." Shiro scolded walking out from behind him and to Ezekiel.