Artimasia had never been this terrified before.
For her, whether in the past or now, this was the first time she had ever tasted this feeling.
Like burning flames, yet also like a freezing current sliding down Artimasia's throat, flowing into her stomach. Artimasia could even feel her own stomach being corroded, pierced through. Then that terrifying, eerie energy continued to drip downward, clinging to the bones, flesh, and organs lining the inside of her body, slowly yet relentlessly eroding them, claiming every inch of surface.
No, don't, let me go!
But it wasn't just a change on the physical level; Artimasia even felt her Soul begin to waver. The thoughts in her mind gradually grew chaotic, as if an invisible giant hand was flipping through her memories like files in an archive—opening them, browsing, then tossing them aside.
