บท 917: Exhale

Rui still recalled to this day the sensation of passing away.

Unlike anybody else, he knew what the sensation of death was like having experienced it once himself.

And now, he was being assailed by a sensation that was quite similar to it, for the first time in his entire life.

('Shit,') Rui cursed mentally as he felt the energy of his body dripping as his consciousness began to blur ever so slightly.

His vision began darkening.

His muscles began relaxing.

His thoughts began flailing around as mustering up conscious resistance became even harder.

It felt strangely comfortable, as death had.

But instinctually, he knew that this was not something he ought to be allowing to happen. Thankfully, the muscle memory he had burned into his body in the past many weeks kicked in.

FUUU. FUUU. FUUU.