Death came in such rapid succession that he completely lost track of time as his sanity gradually deteriorated. It became so severe that he first forgot about his situation, and then, little by little, he forgot his own name as well.
He could neither hear nor see, neither feel nor speak. He was reduced to nothing more than a toy in the hands of the reassembled corpse, which continued killing him over a dozen times within a single minute.
The Dragon Tamer watched silently with its hands folded.
The Feral Aurax watched with a thrilled grin plastered across its face. Watching Marlon die, watching him come back to life only to meet the exact same fate again was something far greater to it. In its eyes, this was the best entertainment it had experienced since the moment it was created.
