My body was a wreck.
It was a mass of flesh torn apart and stitched back together countless times. Most aftereffects had vanished after I became a ‘Master,’ but the unconscious realm appeared to be an exception to that law.
For the first time in ages, I was keenly aware of the difficulty of moving.
No, the issue could not be limited to this world. Even if I escaped, the condition of my body would likely be little different. These were injuries inflicted by humanity’s nemesis.
And so I was confused.
Because the back embedded in my blurred vision was far too familiar.
Was it a hallucination?
I could not understand why the man from the future suddenly came to mind. In speech and atmosphere alike, this man was so different they might have been complete opposites.
My questions did not last long.
“You were beaten rather badly.”
The man said it lightly, as though making a joke.
“How does it feel to be betrayed by someone you treated with goodwill?”
“Bloody awful.”
“Remember it well.”
The man kept his back…