His heavy eyelids covered his eyes. His hazy mind was still struggling as he tried his best to open his eyes but to no avail. It was as if his body no longer belonged to him. A darkness without any light seemed to have devoured the last of his consciousness.
But he could still sense the temperature that came from the world. It was the best proof that he was still alive.
Heh, alive.
Still alive.
Although taken for granted, the boy was still alive.
After realizing that he was still alive, he did not feel the delight of surviving a calamity because the boy never believed that he would have died just like that. He long believed of the scene of his death—at the instant death came, he would be seated on a sealed throne, smiling as he receives his eternal slumber.
