"120825 times… I died?" Aether muttered as a shiver ran down his spine.
He blankly looked at Grace.
"Indeed…" Grace said. "Why don't you look at yourself first?" she added, pointing at his body with a slight tremble she tried to hide.
Since the black smoke was illuminating enough, Aether looked at his body for the second time after coming to this strange, suffocating place… his clothes were old and tattered… as if they had spent years rotting on his frame, some parts even shedding away like dust at the slightest movement.
And even more… his skin… his muscles were shrunk to the point… he freaking looked like a mummy.
His ribs pressed tightly against his skin, his arms thin like dried twigs.
"W-What the…" Aether muttered in a horrified tone.
