He vomited blood in big mouthfuls, his life's breath rapidly dissipating.
He grew increasingly desperate. The presence suppressed here far exceeded his imagination.
Just the self-talk whispers, which had no intention towards him, were enough to annihilate him entirely.
He could already foresee the result when those behind him would summon the last trace of information left by him after his death.
If they couldn't connect, it would be better; but if they could, it would most likely mean they would directly face this terrifying being.
He absolutely couldn't die, at least not now. He had to find a way to turn the last message into a dire warning: Do not pursue, do not gaze.
Let those behind him receive this warning the moment they sought it out.
"Don't kill me..."
He struggled to shout these three words.
The eyes in the darkness shifted their gaze downward, and as their gaze swept across him, half of his body vanished.