Aven found out that he couldn't even seem to remember how to breathe.
He stood there for seconds, minutes.
Minutes soon tuned into a nightmare.
He was really scared, afraid that would he make one single move or take a single step.
Then he would have his head severed off his body.
And since he didn't want that to happen, then he sure hell had no choice but to wait and see.
Seeing that apart from looking at him the weird ghastly entity didn't really seem to want to do any thing or send him to Hell.
He breathed a sigh of relief, as he finally distanced himself from the weird entity, moving back.
Bit by bit, when he was finally now in a distance where he felt so confident that even if the weird entity finally moved.
He would be able to escape as easily a swatting a fly to death.
Seems that I am already reaching the aoex of the Dao of escaping.
Aven murmured, a smile spread across his face.
