The scissors were a nightmare. Even in a moment of respite, the weapon was so damn heavy that dragging it across the cracked earth felt like an exercise in futility, especially in my currently weakened state.
Every muscle in my arms screamed in protest, a lingering reminder of the toll my body had already paid. I didn't have the luxury of wasting energy on vanity, so I preferred to store the massive tool away, feeling its oppressive weight vanish into my spatial storage, ready to be summoned the moment the air turned foul again.
"Now... It's your turn."
I turned my gaze toward the boys. Their faces were pale, drained of colour by a cocktail of awe and pure, unadulterated fear. I couldn't blame them; seeing their boss treat himself with such scorched-earth harshness was enough to make anyone's stomach churn. They looked at me as if I were a monster wearing a human's skin. Perhaps I was.
