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surface? Is this how it's always going to be?'
'These people still went ahead to revive me, didn't they!?'
I struggled not to vomit whatever was left in me from all the disturbing sounds I was hearing in my body. The constant knitting, breaking, peeling, and the pain.
Oh, the pain.
The pain was like none before. Feeling your body being destroyed slowly and rebuilt just as slowly was worse than the torture I faced at the hands of the Crimson Blade that invaded my body back then.
'Why does the world somehow always show me that the worst I've faced in my short life doesn't even scratch the surface? Is this how it's going to be?'
My vision blurred and cleared continuously as I rolled my eyes uncontrollably to see where I was.
Some broken roots were the first thing that I managed to catch a glimpse of, alongside the peelings of my own skin, a deep shade of red coloring them.
