Kaito did not look at her. He could not. His gaze was drawn to the piece of glass in the cup of his hand, the fractured surface seething with that dull, malignant glow.
The breaks wept with darkness, each fracture vibrating with some hidden venom. His own features stared back at him through the deformed glass—except that they weren't his.
The Reaver's face protruded out of the darkness, swelling around his features, shaping his jaw, draining his eyes of their golden warmth, leaving dark craters behind. Gradually, it filled the shard to its fullness, leaving behind nothing but itself. And then—it smiled.
The smile was off. Too broad, too perceptive.
[Corruption Sync: 97%]
[Warning: Identity Partition Breach Imminent]
The shard trembled in his grasp.
Nyra's voice pierced him faintly, as though she was on the other side of a storm. "Kaito… let it fall. Release it."
