Words finally clawed their way out of his throat. The harsh, grating sound of his own voice should have brought relief, but in that moment, the joy of speaking again after his long silence felt like nothing more than an annoying distraction.
His screams pulled the corrupt crest bearers' attention toward him, and within moments, all that remained was deathly silence. He had broken his own bones in the brutal fight, but he didn't care.
They fell one by one, crashing to the ground as Raiden stood among them, breathing heavily. Gray blood coated his new clothing and face while his regenerative abilities worked to mend his shattered knuckles.
He'd gotten lucky. None of them had been dark crest bearers, which undoubtedly would have exacted a far heavier price from him.
As the bodies lay scattered around him, hearts destroyed, the familiar mechanical voice of Sulli broke its silence for the first time since Raiden had cursed it away.
[ALERT]
