White Flames

Eiro pulled his two new gloves onto his hands and tried them out by moving his fingers around as far into any direction possible. He was still a bit worried about his left hand. Despite telling Clementine a while ago that he really doesn't mind having lost his right hand, he would still prefer if he didn't have to lose his left hand either.

After all, right now, he couldn't even feel touch in his right wooden hand despite the fact that the connection between him and the prosthetic had risen quite a bit, and that wasn't anything that he really wanted to lose out on.

But it actually seemed like there wasn't any issue with these gloves, as far as the Demon was concerned, at least. Of course, he would still not wear these two gloves whenever he could, but he could easily put them on instantly using his treasury, so it wasn't really an issue.