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- “How’s this!”
- It was not a punch. Her hand, from the wrist down, had sunk into its side.
- Clunk. Tenmoku Ikko froze, like a doll whose batteries had been removed.
- The physical body of this Tenmoku Ikko, and all things called Mystes, is a Torch, a substitute
- for a human whose Power of Existence was devoured by a Denizen of the Crimson World.
- When a Hōgu of the Crimson World enters this being, which is functionally no different from
- a human, a special, powerful Mystes is created, but the nature of being a Torch itself usually
- does not change.
- The girl had tried to forcibly dismantle the Torch part of this Mystes.
- ‘Alastor taught me plenty about how to manipulate the Power of Existence—!?’
- It wasn’t dismantling.
- On the contrary, Tenmoku Ikko moved again. Whirr. Its head turned sideways, looking down
- with its single eye, a swirling mix of pale blue-green and wisteria, at the girl whose hand was
- plunged into its side
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