"Ugh! That hurt. Where am I?" After wiping the blood from his mouth, he lifted his gaze and saw the figure with black hair.
"Nyx?"
The person in question wore a smile that sent an unsettling chill through Alex. There was something foreboding about that expression.
Despite the shiver creeping over him, Alex managed to stand up. He took a moment to assess his condition, and upon noticing the absence of his right arm, a bitter smile crept onto his face. Memories of what had transpired and the losses he sustained threatened to bring tears to his eyes, but he fought them back. He was determined to ensure that the tragedy he had experienced in that world would never be repeated, especially now that they were in this new world—the real stage, the last stage of their adventure.
