The two no longer faced each other, their backs to each other. The air was stiff, almost unmoving.
"You…" Lin Ming's expression was bewildered, distorted, and changing Indefinitely as his eyes saw a large, basketball-sized gaping, bloody hole in his chest and clothing, piercing through his inner armor and heart guard. His free hand moved to quiveringly pushed his hand through the empty portion of his chest, the warmth of his blood dripping on his fingers. He felt the taste of his own blood leaking from his throat into his mouth.
It was oddly sweet.
Holding the heart, its color as white as the light of dawn, Zuhei whispered to himself: "A heart for a heart." He lifted the heart refined by the qualities of Elemental Origin Energy to his face, visual memories flashing across its fleshy surface. As if he was a spectator, he saw Lin Ming and himself, their final attack decades ago, as Lin Ming drove his spear through his chest, obliterating his heart in a single move.
