"Shit, shit, shit!"
The alleyways were dark, covered in fog. Or was that just his vision? Everything spun around, as if the world were constantly being tilted. He couldn't keep his balance for even a second, having to rely on the walls to keep himself from falling down. And even then, it wasn't so easy.
He ran his hand through his hair, gripping it with great force. He was doing everything he could to survive the pain he was feeling. It was much worse than the one from his chains, so his resistance to pain was not helping him a little bit.
Blood continued to leak out as the poison continued to spread inside his body, killing him from the inside out. But what was it even?
His body seemed completely fine, in the sense that nothing had swollen, and his skin looked normal; it hadn't changed color. The pain was also something he had never felt before.
...
"Soul attack?"
