Chapter 44. Lamentable? He Doesn't Know

As the world started spinning and the awful taste of blood burned the throat of Shwet, he  struggled to maintain his stance.

That Byangoma Bird Reyaansh was as complicated as his poetries. He came like a gust of wind and left as mysteriously as ever. 

'Was he only here for some jest? Why did he come and leave so ambiguously?'

Shwet clenched his sword as his cold gaze stayed at the place in the sky where Reyaansh was just a second ago. 'He must have a reason to leave like that or he should prepare himself for a good chastising by my hands.'

He coughed a thick lump of blood that covered his shaking hand in it. A trickle of red string rolled down from the corner of his lips. His chest seemed heavy as his legs were almost at his limits too. 

'Just for a while more.' He tried with every fiber in himself to stay strong.

Shwet was certain of the cause of this--his condition that has been declining for years because of his own stubbornness.