Looking at the notifications Ishiki frowned, but soon his expression turned to that of excitement and fluffiness.
He was wondering why did he get a new Vestige even when he git one just recently then he remembered that killing other players grant a 50% Vestige drop rate, so it was only normal.
He was panting heavily and each breath was sending sharp spikes of pain through his wounded side.
His hands clutched at the makeshift bandage made up of some strips of cloths. The fabric was soaked through now, stained with dark crimson blood.
The silk tunic that he had found and wore just this morning was gone. The purple flames from the skeleton's jian had consumed the upper portion completely, leaving his torso bare and exposed to the cold of the cathedral.
Sweat mixed with blood across his skin, making him shiver despite the exertion of the fight, because it was December.
