He clenched his fist tightly, hiding a small red crystal in his right hand. The small crystal had a peculiar mark on it which was well known all around the world.
'People in this world only have 1 life huh..' Alex's clothes were stained in blood, mostly because of his left arm, which bled a bunch because of the Rigan when he attacked him.
'I shouldn't even exist...what meaning did my life have? To be used as a tool for the benefit of others...I hate them. THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONES TO SUFFER, NOT ME.'
Then a radical idea came into his mind. He didn't have time to think as the armadillo used all its force to run him straight through. Its now or never. He bent down and took his severed arm and took a bite out of it.