He lifted the side of my shirt quite aggressively and then started drilling on my skin without warning. I felt a painful vibration as the needles pricked my skin repeatedly. I gritted my teeth silently.
"The ink…how?" To veer my mind off from the prickling, itchy sensation, I asked again.
He chuckled. Amusement flickered in his eyes as his gaze briefly glanced at me before focusing on the job again. "Boy, you're quite brave, asking someone to reveal a Chamber's ability just like that."
He hit the mark. I was really curious about what kind of power these Chambers hold. Are all of them awakened?
"Well, since you're a special case, I'll tell you something interesting. The ink is deadly because I can control it and give it life. Imagine if I draw a fire-breathing dragon using my ink…" His eyes moved up to mine. "This world will witness the birth of dragons again."
"Dragons made of ink," I corrected.
