Bab 24: 0% sanity

As the colossal python, its scales glistening in the eerie glow, loomed closer, Jack found himself at a crossroads, his mind a whirlwind of contemplation on the impending threat. Amidst the heightened tension, an unsettling realization gnawed at him—despite his newfound undead state, the specter of pain lingered.

'What sensations linger within me?' Jack mused, delving into the depths of his ethereal existence. He could feel the subtle currents of energy, the remnants of vitality that echoed a distant memory of mortality.

The assumption of imperviousness to pain in undeath shattered when the python's strike met his ribs, sending a nuanced wave of discomfort through his ethereal being. It wasn't an overpowering agony; rather, it resembled the subtle intrusion of a nail into his spectral flesh. Yet, amidst the labyrinth of sensations, a more imminent peril presented itself—the serpentine behemoth, closing in with ominous intent.