"Ugh..."
In the meditation quiet room, Felix groaned, clutching his belly and holding his nose as a steady flow of blood trickled from his nostrils, his forehead slick with cold sweat.
His abdomen was filled with a sensation of death.
It was not pain, but emptiness.
It felt as though a gap had suddenly appeared between his upper and lower body; even as he clutched his belly, it felt as though he was holding a piece of pork, devoid of any sense that he was touching his own body.
This was the aftermath of a death in the Void Realm—a severe soul injury, even to the point of losing one's sense of reality.
As a barely audible lament sounded, the ruby on Felix's necklace shattered with a crash, and a single-winged Spiritual Body made of light dissipated into the air.