Annan's breathing became more and more difficult, with phlegm stuck in his throat.
He couldn't fully open his eyes, and mustering all his strength allowed only a slight twitch of his eyelids.
Annan felt pain throughout his entire body... not in any one place, but under the skin, in the organs, and in the bones was an all-pervasive ache. Fortunately, his Curse Binding was still effective.
It diminished the pain by countless multiplicities—yet, even so diminished, Annan could distinctly feel it.
The role of his Curse Binding was simply to make Annan a bit calmer.
That was an unprecedented sense of weakness...
Far from asking questions or chatting, Annan didn't even have the strength to scream. Each breath grew weaker, drawing closer to death.
...I see.
Is this the feeling of aging and succumbing to sickness?
Annan had a moment of clarity in his mind.
It wasn't a matter of breathing out one final breath to end one's life.