The dust took several minutes to settle.
Raziel was still sitting against the alley wall and his eyes nailed on the empty space where the red notification had been floating.
It wasn't there anymore.
The System had closed it, or he had closed it without realizing.
Why? What version of him was so stupid, so desperate, so broken, to plant a parasite in his own body?
What did he gain from that?
The question spun in his head and found no bottom.
"Raziel." Lucian was in front of him.
He had gray dust in his hair and a cut on his eyebrow that bled down to his jaw.
He offered him a hand. "Get up, We can't stay here."
Raziel took the hand and got up.
His legs trembled and a sharp prick crossed his chest, right where the encapsulated parasite beat with that new rhythm it had acquired in the chamber.
He didn't say anything about that.
He wasn't going to say anything about that.
Fifteen steps away, Odessa was holding Aerion against the wall.
