Was the light illuminating the surroundings beginning to wane?
No, it's only in her eyes alone.
Was time being slow?
No, to her, it was as if it wasn't moving at all.
Was her body in the process of succumbing to the torture brought about by her actions?
Yes.
'Not yet… I can't die just yet.'
Ilya had all the intentions of voicing out her resolve, but it remained in her thoughts. The luxury to speak, it was long taken from her. She didn't even have the strength to lift her head anymore. The lady could only look at the pool of her own bodily liquids.
'If I die, this spell will also… It will also… The others won't be able to… they can't escape.'
The lady gasped for air, but her chest ached as if it was being torn apart. It was to a point that breathing sent her waves upon waves of a scorching sensation that targeted her insides.
The very act of breathing strangulated her.