His palm was already drenched in sweat, the pressure of impending death felt like a forest densely packed with blades and brambles, where even the slightest misstep could lead to irreversible doom.
What comes after death? Brand had pondered this question during the youthful days in another world, but most mortals could only conclude with a vast nothing.
It was only when the breath of the Death God truly closed in that he felt the bone-chilling cold from another world. Discussing death in the realm of life was meaningless, for beyond it lay only void.
Brand deeply understood that he couldn't be sure if he would have time for regret in his final moments.
But at the very least, he still wanted to live.
