Art's day had been rather uneventful—at least, that was what he wanted to believe.
In truth, it had been anything but.
He had witnessed a strange confession from Trish.
He had felt more powerful than ever during his fight against the students.
He had almost had his memories erased.
He had seen the world itself break apart before his eyes.
And finally, he had insulted the very individual responsible for breaking that world.
Oh, and did he also mention he had been stabbed through the chest… and also through the head? Not to forget, he now had demon blood flowing through his veins.
That last part should have been temporary—or at the very least, he desperately wanted to believe it was.
Anyway, after everything he had experienced, Art did not expect any more excitement. He thought the chaos was over, that maybe—just maybe—he would get a moment of peace. But he had been wrong.
The moment he opened his eyes in the dimly lit hospital room, he saw Grim.
