Exhausted from his fight with the alternate Oni, Charco slumped against a nearby and slid down to a seated position; a ritual the boy had been partaking in since this whole deal with alternate timelines began. Glancing down to his arm, he grimaced seeing the gnarly scars that now lined it. It wasn't pretty, but it was the price he paid to get the killing blow on Marduk and most importantly, it still worked as intended.
He couldn't say the same for Ishtar or Sarada, who looked a few limbs lighter.