Kyle recoiled, a faint hiss escaping his lips as his hand brushed against the corrupted beast. The slimy, repulsive touch sent a jolt of revulsion through him, making him jump back far away from them as if burned.
"Damn it! Don't touch me!"
He snarled, his voice laced with irritation.
"Fight from a distance, would you? What about my personal space?"
His words left many speechless. Even Cassian felt his eyebrow twitching. All around him, the celestials looked at their clothes. They were stained with the dark, viscous blood of the corrupted beasts.
Well, they were on a battlefield.
Cleanliness was a luxury they couldn't afford with the beasts surrounding them.
Then they looked at his clothes. Unlike theirs, his clothes, though wrinkled, were still clean and pristine, even though he had been fighting the beasts for more than an hour now and had even killed many.
Yet, he was still dissatisfied?
