Strangely, I didn't feel like I would die.
I somewhat instinctively knew there was something I could use, and it had been resting on one of the slots from the moment I gained this power.
It was the one spell I never replaced no matter the circumstance.
I raised my right arm in the next moment, half-grasping in the air.
I couldn't even see the cube I was supposedly conjuring at that moment. My world was already spinning.
Vision blacking out, sounds fading. I could taste nothing but blood as breathing suddenly became impossible.
I experienced all of this for a fleeting moment.
So this was death?
But then, in the next second, everything returned to normal.
I was back, standing as though nothing had happened. The whispers of death were also gone.
I quickly turned, finishing off my final opponent with yet another vicious middle finger.
That, however, was also my last action.
Darkness truly embraced me this time…
***
Time naturally passed, but as for how long, I wasn't sure.
