Despite the courage of the two mages, they still can't help but feel apprehensive as life slowly leave their bodies. The thorns shedding their skin was painful but they are experienced people.
They can handle this level of pain and can withstand it. What they cannot endure is the slow approach of death.
As silence reigned inside the tent, the slow claws of death became even more apparent and the two couldn't help but shudder.
If this was what they were feeling now, the mage enclosed in the earth was feeling worse. He could feel the slowly increasing pressure on his bones as the earth encasing him was tightening.
Out of the three of them, if they all died, there was no doubt that he would be the one to die more miserably.
The worst part was that the process was painfully slow. He knew what was to come yet it was approaching in a snail pace. The experience was unbearable and he was also the first one to give up.
