"Sigh, I can't reach it."
Chun Ma extended his hand, only for the string to go further away.
The shadows kicked his hand away and attacked him right in the head.
Chun Ma immediately assumed a fetal position to defend against his vital organ:
'When did I become so weak?'
A thought emerged in his mind: 'They are me, with every single thing copied from my strength to my behaviour to even the experience I have learned.'
He slowly let go of his hand, and the leg swung, slamming into his head in one fluid motion.
Bang!
Blood dripped from his forehead, gradually covering his face and entering his parched lips.
"This blood…" Chun Ma murmured, his tongue tasting the metallic warmth. "It feels so warm."
For a moment, the world fell silent, an eerie stillness ringing in his ears, as if time itself had paused.
The shadows moved so slowly they seemed like snails, no, even slower than that.
Chun Ma's gaze fixed on the string dangling before him, so close, yet just out of reach.
