CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO (52)

He drew, his whole body inhabited by ailing and compressing sensation, his head and heart pummeled, his knees felt impassive from kneeling for so long while his wrist, bided behind him were mauled and sore...he tried not to give in to the pain as his eyes were cemented to the heavenly creatures sitting before him, all dressed in majestical attires, their hair seemed to float in the air while their eyes glazed with a blinding light if you stare too much. He looked away when he felt his vision spinning and his hammering heart seemed to increase its pace.

He could feel the vein making itself known on his forehead, he could feel sweats tackling down his forehead and hands.

Was his how he was going to die? The question took over his head as his breathings came out fast and hurried, swallowing down the huge lump that had shaped in his throat, while his stomach and inside twisted uncomfortably, dramatically even.

He shut his ey