Lucien scowled.
Normally, a strong gust of violent wind shouldn't overtake him, but there's something wrong with this wind.
It seemed alive. And it was actively seeking living beings. As it passed over him, Lucien suddenly felt extreme pain. It was like countless needles pierced his skin. His vision darkened.
Lucien doesn't want to lose consciousness. Unlike the first time he was transported to this place, he knew this time there was an imminent danger.
He has to be awake.
But his will could not fight his faltering consciousness. His body is gradually weakening as well. Like a strong force was kicking his back to crumble down.
Lucien despised this feeling. He habitually clutched his hand around the hilt of the blade tightly, his other hand reached out in his collar to grab on the coin.
The warm surface these two things give him somehow settled him down.
Maybe this is part of the game.
