Tianshi'ao opened his eyes from his stupor, feeling a long-lost agony. The Stigma, riddled with cracks, could no longer sustain his ravaged body. Beneath the Crow Tengu's shattered mask, his own pale face was revealed.
Just now… what was that?
A violent coughing fit seized him, and he bent over to vomit blood tinged with a faint radiance. The Crow Tengu's essence rose from the blood, floating in the air and emitting billows of dark mist.
The miracle was fading at a heartbreakingly rapid pace.
Everything was progressing toward the worst possible outcome as if nothing was abnormal, naturally… welcoming death.
The Curse was fulfilling itself.
It was like watching himself slowly bleed to death; the overwhelming fear made him struggle desperately, crawling out of the shattered buildings.
The lone remaining feather seemed unable to comprehend what had happened, frantically fluttering around him.
"No time left."
