Section 1902: The Moment of Collapse

Popota was still babbling on, completely immersed in his own world, oblivious to the fact that his skin was starting to crack under the scorching sun. At the same time, a foul-smelling liquid mixed with viscous green pus and sweat kept dripping down, only to evaporate on the scorching sand, filling the air with a putrid stench.

Five minutes later, Popota finally stopped talking. Because he saw his entire body covered in cracked skin and evaporating flesh and blood.

"Did I really not notice that my sense of smell and pain are gone? Am I about to collapse?"

Complex emotions flickered in Popota's eyes, a mix of bewilderment, fear, and dread.

No matter how many times he had imagined the scene of his own death and prepared for it, in this moment, he still felt apprehension and fear.