Chapter 705
Beric’s vision slowly spun around.

Time dragged, moving sluggishly. The sky turned into earth, the earth into sky, swirling in dizzying circles. Like leaves scattered by the wind… what was that?

“Oh. That’s my body.”

Beric’s eyes widened.

He saw clearly with his own eyes his torso and limbs losing strength and falling apart. Was his head now spinning through the air, severed clean off? Wait, what the hell? What’s going on here?

“You foolish fool—”

The priest Lazu narrowed his eyes and smiled. His voice stretched out, lingering in Beric’s ears like a slow, haunting echo.

One little flick on the forehead and my body’s completely wrecked? Ridiculous. But that body right there? That’s mine, all right.

“Death?”

Is this what death feels like? Quieter and more boring than expected. Not very exciting.

Beric watched as Lazu reached out toward him, trying to muster strength. He wanted to move, but his body lay face down, headless, leaving him helpless.

It was like being trapped inside a fishbowl made just for him—existing, but utterly unable to move. Frustrating beyond words.

“Damn it.”