BAAAM!
With that one slam, Eliot realized everything—every bone in his body had now been ground to blood paste.
He couldn't even scream in pain anymore.
It was that strange sensation of feeling pain all at once, so much that it actually doesn't hurt anymore.
It felt so weird.
Because even at this moment, he didn't feel the slightest flicker of fear.
"I'm dying," he realized.
It shouldn't have gone this way. He had everything planned out already, how it was even going to end.
But all that went to hell the moment Annabelle reversed the slave seal for herself and somehow siphoned all his mana, leaving him powerless and vulnerable, with no other choice but to run for his life, to try to escape. But it seemed his fate was sealed from the moment he made that link.
"E…liot!" A voice made it through the haze, but it was too broken to pick up anything.
And then...
Darkness.
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