Warmth was rapidly draining from his body, and his vision abruptly darkened.
Aiden felt a blockage in his throat, instinctively opened his mouth to cough, but no sound emerged, as air leaked from the wound in his throat, with only blood froth spilling from his mouth and nose.
"Warden!?" Qiqimora exclaimed in shock.
The others present were stupefied by the scene before them.
Fatal Injury—Aiden realized his current condition in that instant.
If he couldn't speak, then he wouldn't be able to utter the divine words... Without breathing, he would die.
Aiden clutched his neck, as blood continued to flow uncontrollably, soaking through his clothes.
How could this be? The rules of the Wordless Code were still in effect; even a fatal wound should have been immediately healed. After all, where did this injury come from?
