Without looking, Soul can tell that the girl’s eyes are shining in adrenaline and wonder. It is rare to come across someone who’s a weapon-human hybrid.
Soul’s shoulder morphs into a curved blade, its black-and-red colour scheme as ominous as the sharp and cold sheen the blade exudes.
He jumps to sever the bulky limb (as soft as butter) before it
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