Crack, crack, crack-
He trembled as his arm rose, twitching beyond his control. Then, before his very eyes, it reached inch by inch toward his own throat.
Riiip-
His fingers easily tore through his neck, then continued probing forward, trembling all the way.
Slowly.
He gripped his own spine...
He heard the click of high heels behind him. His trembling eyes strained to look back, and his head slowly turned, trying to see.
But his body was completely beyond his control.
In the corridor behind him.
Black String Moon approached slowly beneath her black umbrella, her expression as quiet as ever. The gold-trimmed hem of her black dress fluttered slightly, and the glittering threads wound around her five slender fingers made her look like a consummate puppeteer.
Behind her stood the young man who was almost a third taller than Moriichi.
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and smiled at Moriichi, who was frozen in place.
"Found you, Mr. Moriichi. You seem to be in quite a sorry state."
Moriichi tried to open his mouth with a series of cracking sounds. His pupils trembled violently as he tried to speak, but his vocal cords had already been destroyed, leaving him unable to utter a word.
Lynn raised his Dragon Breath Arm with a smile and said:
"That ability you just used was an escape technique from the Flesh Domain, wasn't it? Looks like there really are countless ties between Plague Doctors and the Flesh Dominator."
"And since you didn't transfer your consciousness straight out of this hotel, your ability must have some kind of restriction. Is it distance, or the barrier created by this Magic Array of yours?"
"But that's all right."
"Keep transferring, and I'll keep looking. I have all the time in the world to play with you."
Crack-
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