Last Man Standing
Shylah approached and lifted Black Blade's shirt.
Howard's gaze fell on the chest, where a dark palm imprint stood out against the skin, the area around it a sinister shade of red.
"Hm?" Howard's eyebrows knitted together at the sight.
"Sir, can you make out what this is—" Shylah turned to Howard.
"The Ink Demon Palm," Howard interrupted her with a heavy tone.
"What!?" Shylah gasped. "Sir, are you saying that Black Blade was attacked by the Dark Shady Cartel?"