Axel's gaze was locked on the meat in front of him, suspended by sticks over low heat, roasting, the sizzling sound of flesh combined with the aroma made his stomach growl.
But his expression was distant expression, he was lost in thoughts, thinking about how the best way to go.
Escaping wasn't really on his mind yet, not without civilization in sight, his biggest bet was Imu.
And he doubted if she would even bother to speak to him if he failed to get her "sushi."
The Gishiki was not exactly something he could depend on, at most it was sharp, he could use it, but it wasn't exactly bonded to him, so he couldn't use its abilities. Sure it might help him at its whim but was that something he could depend on in the heat of battle or on the verge of death?
The answer was obvious, and that left the thread of continuity as the only choice.
He looked down at three crystals shimmering on the floor besides the fire, each with its unique shape and color.
