I’m very confused, because these four wouldn’t normally scream like this.
But then I see it.
A sword’s edge has pierced my abdomen.
I feel a scorching heat, like my abdomen is on fire.
The pattern of a curse is hovering over the blade.
Is this the sword that Taula left pierced on the shaman? I see, he probably used his own life as payment to curse the sword, so it would stab whoever came near. Using awful traps right to the very end…
I grope around my potion holder.
“Ah. I used them all.”
I feel my strength leaving my body, fall to my knees, and then fall to the side.
I can see them running my way.
“Don’t… Touch the sword… With your bare hands…”
I struggle to speak. I’m worried, wondering if they heard me, but those thoughts are overwhelmed by an intense cold and drowsiness.
The strong drowsiness takes over me, and I end up letting go of my consciousness.
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I feel light and soft, and look around.
The world is gray. In this world without up or down, I see only countless white lines running.
Lines run parallel to each other, and many other lines run through them.
《What is this place? What happened to me?》
I can’t speak.
《Hm. I don’t have a body. Is this the dream they say people see when they die? If that’s the case, it’s a pretty dull dream. I expected a little more. At least a dream of me making something with alchemy. Hm… I can’t move either.》
Even if I try to move, the endless running white lines don’t change.
But then, something suddenly bursts into the world, which is filled with color.
A floor appears, and walls are created.
It’s like a room, and suddenly I notice someone is here.