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My vision started to get blurry... and dark, as if something black is slowly covering my eyesight and stopping me from seeing my surroundings. Even if I can't see properly, I can clearly see how my mark changed into a lower number once again.
The way the sharp edges of number 7 are slowly being ripped off from my skin, to the way a few smoke flew from my mark, and even how the new number emerged like it was just hiding underneath my skin — I saw everything.
And it's not just me who saw it. Alaric was there — witnessing my pain and suffering.
My right hand flew to my neck, slapping something from it away as if someone is choking me to death. I can feel the tight squeeze that threatens to break my neck, and the burning sensation that's moving up from my chest to my throat.
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