Ding!
[Your Resurrection Skill Has Been Disabled.]
[Shit. This is… bad.]
[I promise! I didn't do that! Stop thinking about dying!]
It hurts! It hurts it hurts it hurts!!!
Elian clawed at his neck. His body jerked, searching for oxygen that didn't exist to him.
It was like his lungs had stopped working and replaced by solid blocks.
Why can't I breathe?!
As his vision stuttered, the edges of everything darkened. Everything slowed down as his breathing weakened until all he could hear was his slow heartbeat.
[You cannot revive. Do you wish to use… Abaddon?]
He fell forward, white foam oozing out his mouth. His body twitching all over. And he finally went still.
[You Have DIED.]
"ELIAN!!!"
Sun screamed. He ran, shoving past Aven, teleporting in a flash of light, and dropped beside him.
Elian's eyes were shut. His mouth foamed out.
"Wake up—wake up!" Sun grabbed his face, shaking him, his hands slipping on Elian's spit.
"Pawn! You hear me?! Get up!"
Nothing.
