Chapter 99: Activities Continue
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Ruthar had always considered himself a survivor, someone who could push through the worst circumstances and come out on top. But as he stood there, impaled on the sharp edge of a rocky pillar, the reality of his situation was undeniable. The pain was unbearable, but what truly terrified him was the cold, creeping numbness that followed. Each breath he took was shallower than the last, a grim reminder that his time was running out.
He tried to move, but his body refused to obey. His thoughts were a chaotic swirl of panic and denial. *This can't be happening! Not like this... not now...*
Blood dripped steadily from the gaping wound, pooling at his feet. His once sharp, adaptive eyes—his lifeline—had been mercilessly torn out, leaving him with nothing but darkness and the overwhelming certainty of his impending death. The cold, automated voice of the system was the final nail in his coffin.
