The two were back in the cell, the foul smell of blood now dominating the earthy scents of the cave.Micky didn’t seem bothered, however, as he pecked chunks off the croco-bear’s severed leg. Being allowed to eat their kills was apparently one of the few joys afforded to the prisoners of the colosseum. Not that Percy particularly enjoyed the taste of the still-bleeding meal – he preferred his food cooked. At least this one was fresh. A Yellow beast’s flesh was supposed to be tougher, but his host had softened it quite a bit after that massacre of a bout.

    Micky nodded.

    Fighting above one’s grade was certainly valuable, but if it only worked with pure mana then the advantage would be offset by its weakness. In that case, it would be priceless for the people of Huehue, yet not quite as much for others.

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    Hearing that, Percy’s feelings were mixed. Part of him want it to work solely with his second core, to finally make it worth it. Stumbling upon a powerful technique that only worked of his affinity sure sounded better than one that did so it. But he shook those thoughts away, knowing they were silly.

    The only question now was whether Micky would be willing to pass his people’s heritage to an outsider...

    Percy thought he’d heard wrong.

    Micky shrugged.

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    The young man was at a loss for words.

    Micky chuckled.

    SIGH

    COUGH, COUGH

    Percy felt the taste of iron in their mouth, as Micky wiped something sticky off the bottom of his beak. blood wasn’t from the food.

    Micky shifted in his seat, the movement sending another jolt of pain through their body. Unlike before, he had to use one of his lower hands to keep the wound closed. Despite the measures he’d taken during the fight to protect it, it had still widened by about an inch. While powerful, the Dance of the Savage Gods clearly took a toll on its user.

    Carelessly tossing the naked bone away, Micky pushed himself up, walking to a different corner of the cell. The dim light of the torch didn’t reach that spot, so Percy hadn’t noticed there was something here earlier. Reaching down, his host picked up a strange piece of bone, crafted into some sort of intricate tool. No, not a tool. . It looked a little like an ivory flute, but it had two shafts, way too many holes and was wide like a trumpet on one end…

    Micky rolled his eyes.

    Next, he sat down again, moving the object to his face. That’s when Percy understood that, unlike a trumpet, one was supposed to blow at the kik’lit from the wide end – the beak going inside the hole. Which frankly made sense, given the locals’ physiology.

    The young man figured his host would have a tough time playing with one hand occupied, yet Micky seemed to manage just fine. If anything, he appeared quite skilled with it too, his fingers moving swiftly but gently, tapping some of the holes while brushing over others. Then, he blew a strained breath into the kik’lit, causing it to emit a soft tune. The melody was crisp and strangely uplifting, like something a mother would play for her child to cheer them up. For a second, Percy almost forgot he was still inside a corpse, trapped in a cell atop a broken world.

    Yet, a second tune subtly underscored the first. A kid would have missed this one, and perhaps Percy might have too, if not for Micky’s emotions seeping through their connection. This hidden layer spoke of struggles against adversity, and of the fight for one’s place in the world. Like a people cursed without an affinity, trying to protect their home.

    Micky played for hours, the mellow notes bouncing off the cold walls. Every few minutes a cough interrupted the music, each time sounding worse. Still, it always resumed soon after, as if it would be a crime to rob Huehue of even this minor consolation.

    So absorbed was Percy in the melody, he nearly failed to register the warm trickle down his cheek. It slowly flowed down his face, before dripping off his chin.

    PIT, PIT

    The tears sputtered on his chest, curving around the wound, almost caressing it.

    Without meaning to, and for the first time since their meeting, Percy had broken his promise…