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He felt something… something repulsive swirling.
Swirling. Right—a vortex.
Spinning and spinning and spinning, a spinning vortex gradually swallowing up everything.
A swirling vortex somewhere… No, it was swirling inside him.
A brutal black vortex, swirling, swallowing everything, as violent as a storm, as striking as lightning, as ardent as magma.
Perhaps it was a hideous binding spell that had been lurking, sleeping in the depths of his body all along.
The shackles of death twisting, binding, never to be undone.
A greedy cursed seal proclaiming that this life had been claimed, refusing to hand it over to anyone else.
It interacted with the grudge that would have eaten away at his life, struggling, hating, refusing to hand him over. —And as a result, they reached a contradictory answer.
The curse wouldn’t allow this vessel to die.
Swirling and spinning, a vortex swallowing up everything.
Swirling and spinning in beasts, dragons, and cursed vessels…
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