![]() There remained a few questions in his mind unanswered. The body had bled too much, draining every ounce from his lifeless silhouette, making it a gruesome sight for him. ![]() His body laid in the middle of all the blood that had formed a puddle under him. Momentarily, he even wondered if he was in a dream imagining his death. He found himself calm even after witnessing his own tortured dead silhouette.Įven though his body was lying only ten feet away from him, that mere distance felt no less than a heavy thousand feet. It was bone-chilling watching his own dead body, but for some reason, Atlas wasn't scared instead, he was confused.Ī weird serenity clouded the heart of Atlas Alazar despite all the confusion he was going through at the moment. ![]() ![]() There he was… staring at his own lifeless unmoving body, smeared with blood, lying in front of his eyes. ![]()
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