noveltune Chapter 888 Name
Chapter 888 Name
Chapter 888 Name
Sylas heaved for breath, his blurry vision hardly able to focus on the figure in the skies. In that moment, it felt like he was looking at three... four, no, was it five people?
The Dogon fused back into one and then began to ripple in his sights. @@@@
Sylas blinked heavily, trying to focus his sight. But everything he had was already drained to an extreme. His body, his mind, his Will...
The only things that were left were his Contracts, but they didn't stand a single chance, not when he couldn't even keep Beast Totem active. The worst of it was that even if he could activate his Serpentes Beast Totem again, it wouldn't make a difference.
He was the only one among them that could ignore the E-Grade aura. By comparison, his Contracts would be fish on a chopping board.
At that moment, his body felt like it was at a crossroads, the crown above his head struggling to remain but fading all the same. Either he would collapse to the ground beneath him right at that moment, or he would stand.
The fatigue was hitting him in a continuous stream of waves, even to the point that his inner organs themselves might just shut down. After being torn and twisted by Aki, it was a miracle that they hadn't already done so.
His body was still oozing blood from the wounds that the stakes had driven through him.
Kneeling on the ground there, he well and truly didn't have anything left.
And yet, his palm still pressed against his thigh, his heel driving into the ground as he used what strength he had left to stand.
It was short-lived, his body keeling over and falling forward. He wanted to take a step to catch himself, but his legs wouldn't move fast enough, becoming a wobbling, jelly-like mess beneath him.
He slammed against something.
The body of the Basilisk King caught him, its warmth pressing against him.
It was only at that moment that Sylas realized just how cold he felt. So very cold.
His blood wasn't pumping through him as it should, his heart lagging behind, struggling to keep up after it had been pushed so hard and so far.
The feeling of warmth was so sudden, Sylas didn't know how to react. His vision swam again, just the slightest hint of comfort making his eyes want to close.
They felt so heavy, his eyelids and his lashes pressing down from above with the weight of mountains.
Blood spurted.
Sylas bit down on his tongue hard, pressing a palm against the Basilisk King.
They had never been worth his time. He needed Experience in the countless trillions; what good to him were little spurts of 10 or 20 here and there?
His contracts were tools to be used.
Right now it didn't feel that way.
Not when his body was so very cold, so very distant, and the only warmth he could feel was right in front of him.
Someone was actually comforting him, Sylas Brown. When had he ever needed something like that before?
That was right... was it even that long ago?
No. It wasn't.
A woman he had loved since he was a child had to use her body to soothe his ego not more than a week ago.
Sylas felt disgust in his gut, a deep revulsion.
Though it was hard to tell if he was hating himself again, or if nausea had formed out of his fatigue.
Always being coddled. Always being babied. Always falling short when it mattered most.
His thoughts swirled wildly in his mind, an anal sort of chase of perfection escaping him.
He grasped onto his faults and hammered them down again and again until they were ingrained into his very psyche, amplifying them until they consumed his being.
A mouthful of blood came from Sylas' lips, covering his chest.
The Basilisk King nudged him again, licking at his wounds and cleaning up the blood.
Sylas' pupils trembled.
"Do you... have... a name?" he asked in a voice even he could barely hear.
The Basilisk King blinked, and then its eyes blanked as though it had lost itself.
Sylas thought that maybe he had thought too much. But then, a voice that was somehow both deep and immature echoed in his ears.
"Go... go..."