"Core Release. Phase Two: Garden of Daggers," Sora whispered.
As soon as he heard those words, Zarveth's vision snapped as the battlefield blurred, then vanished.
Smoke and darkness emerged as he suddenly woke up in a cramped alleyway lined with shattered bottles and rusted cans. He staggered, blinking, as three silhouettes loomed before him.
"Well, well, well… what do we have here? A little thief." One of the men sneered before driving his boot straight into Zarveth's gut.
"Gah!" Zarveth groaned, pain tearing through him.
What is this? Where am I?
He tried lifting himself up but he couldn't. He looked at his own skinny hands, bony, nothing like the hardened form he knew now. His eyes darted across the filth ridden alley, and recognized the place in an instant.
No… this is….
Another kick slammed against his temple, knocking him sideways as blood filled his mouth.
