Emilio found his consciousness flickering, as if encumbered by a weight too much for his mind to handle; the pain was too much to focus on as he held his own throat, gasping for air as his lungs seemed to be shutting down.
Black spots appeared as blots on his pale complexion with the hellish plague destroying his body at a cellular level.
…Is it happening like this? My second life, ending before I even got to see the world. There's still so much I want to do…Why is life unfair like this? Even in my reincarnation…I still fall behind the rest.
As these thoughts flooded his mind with his eyelids growing heavy, he could only watch through brief glimpses through his flickering eyelids as the Knightmare responsible for his condition approached with its sword in hand.
Sorry, it seems I left for nothing…He thought.
Just as the blade hovered over his head, being dragged down–CLANG.