Amidst the tremendous pain coursing through his body, Reve found it hard to concentrate. He was slowly losing consciousness and his sense of existence was waning like a crescent moon.
'Think…..Ahhh, think!'
'What was …...it?'
What was he told to do? He knew there was something he was forgetting.
'Ahh, this is ludicrous! Bloody damn g----'
The spiked orb found yet another organ in his body and consumed it like a ravenous beast. This spammed a wave of pain that drowned him in eternal misery.
Fortunately, it was through this pain did he finally remember what he was meant to do.
'Oh, I got it! I have to control it. Bullocks, how do I control something that obviously wants me for lunch…...?!'
His breath hastily quickened and he found everything around him spinning once more. He was entering a panic state as the scythe of death loomed over his head.
'What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? Okay, first, I need to calm down.'
