Death.
Death appeared out of thin air from behind, climbing up along the calf.
The cold sensation gradually moved upwards, finally gripping the throat tightly, making it hard to breathe.
The tongue of death licked Herbert's cheek, mocking his struggle.
Even with death beside him, the Death God kept summoning him.
But in the disoriented moment at the critical juncture, Herbert instinctively recalled a not-so-funny Hell joke.
He looked down at his empty chest, his lips twitching into a dry smile.
Where's my heart?
Am I... becoming invisible?
Am I about to turn into a bull-headed spirit and play spiritual flash next?
Oh right, there's one more thing.
"Now, my heart can't shatter into many pieces. Looks like I won't be a heartbreaker in this lifetime... ha!"
After mocking himself for a while, Herbert squinted, licking the blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Tsk."
The joke was a joke, but Herbert really didn't want to end like this.
I'm not ready to die yet!
