Pain consumed everything.
Or wait—was it that everything was consumed by pain?
It indeed did. Pain consumed Ishiki's whole body, his mind and the world around him, because it only promised suffering and nothing else.
'Am... am i dying like this?'
Blood loss was making the world fuzzy at the edges. His vision flickered—golden leaves blurred into smears of color against the pleasant darkness. All in all, it was beautiful if we remove the fact that Ishiki was dying.
'Huh? Pathetic isn't it?'
He tried to move, but his body refused to cooperate. Exhaustion had drained his reserves to nothing. And the thing was, what would he even do if every other part of his body moved? The leg being dragged was broken.
The old tree's maw grew larger and wider with each heartbeat, well... his heart was beating way faster than a normal human, so the speed was considerably faster too.
