Kenny was barely recognizable.
Several of his fingernails had been viciously torn out, leaving raw, bloody stumps. Dried blood crusted around his fingers.
A few of his teeth were missing, ripped out by force, his lips split and swollen. Blood ran down from the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
His bare torso was riddled with ghastly wounds. Dozens of cuts crossed his chest and stomach, some shallow slices, others deep enough to keep bleeding.
His skin was bruised dark purple and blue in places. In several spots, his flesh was black and blistered, the skin cracked and peeling.
He was slumped forward in the chair, barely held upright by the restraints. His whole body trembled. His breathing was weak and uneven. His eyes were half-open but unfocused, drifting in and out of awareness. He was still alive. But only barely.
"What kind of monster is this kid?" The other Mana Liquefaction Magus, the one who had kidnapped Kenny, couldn't help but grimace.
