Denga's face twisted with ire, the skin between his brows wrinkled in confusion.
"What did you do?!" He spat with a sneer, crouching to wipe off the blood string off his ankle.
The tiny string of blood binding his ankle, however, seemed like it had been made of permanent ink, hence Denga wasn't able to wipe it off.
Chuckling softly, the captain responded. "Why don't you see for yourself what I've done? Try using your ability."
Still annoyed, Denga extended his hand, calling over the limbs of a Humanity Savior. But, after minutes of waiting for his call to be heeded as usual, nothing happened.
Denga's face twisted more in anger, his head snapping toward the captain—eyes bloodshot.
"Don't tell me," he heaved, nervous fear already shunning his system. "Did you steal my powers?"
