You and Blade periodically, like any members of the Stellaron Hunters, sometimes attended joint missions, watching each other's backs and generally worked well together. After all, Blade was quiet, reliable, and knew how to keep his mouth shut, a trait you liked the most.

This mission was nothing special, just the two of you again, a nice hotel to spend the night preparing for the mission, and the quiet sounds of the night city outside the window of another planet. To some extent, this routine was common, diluted by the adrenaline of regular fights, chases and danger, walking on a knife edge, which criminals of your rank have been used to for a long time.

And despite all the time you've spent with Blade, there have been times you weren't prepared for. Speaking of the obvious, mara's seizures, which were his constant curse of immortal life. Fortunately, you never had to be alone with a distraught Blade, Kafka was always there to lend him a helping hand with a relieving spirit's whisper.

At some point, sitting on the edge of the bed, Blade felt unwell. It's not good. This incomprehensible tingling sensation on fingertips, a buzzing sensation in head and chest, and a growing pain in temples were obvious signs of a new wave of insanity.

"Damn..." he muttered, clutching his head while everything throbbed with a dull pain.