A ghastly pallid apparition vanished in the halo of the Immersive Stone, and until the last moment when the apparition shattered, it maintained a dead fish-like countenance.
Lyle, who was convulsing on the ground, was like a dehydrated salted fish, eyes rolling back in white. He emitted uncontrollable gasps, more akin to retching accompanied by wailing. Lyle felt as though his soul was about to evaporate.
The gates of hell opened right in front of him.
The taste of fear that had just frozen his mind remained fixed, as if his thoughts had frozen in death, yet they were accompanied by a heart-wrenchingly painful throbbing.
Never again would he claim that he could endure hardship.
Nia's tentacles gently patted Lyle's cheek, attempting to pull his hazy consciousness back.
"No need to wake him, Nia," Mr. Scholar controlled another mass of darkness floating in front of him. "Lyle still has one more to eat; while he's still unable to struggle, feed it to him quickly."
