Summon the Dead by my hands
Even without his heart being destroyed, he was still dying.
After all, that was an attack like no other.
Manta had literally gone through his chest.
Blood flooded his lungs like a broken Dam.
Sweet, sweet blood rushed through his throat and out of his mouth at intervals as he coughed again and again. An instinctive reaction of the body clinging tightly for life.
His body jerked continually on its own as he knew deep down that death was hugging him slowly.
And then there was the pain.
Oh, yes! The pain.
It came in ceaseless waves with neither a zenith nor a nadir.
A constant thrust back and forth, pricking at his conscious mind, hunting it with excruciating ache even as it got tempted to slip into eternal rest.
Pain, as earlier stated, came in different colors.
Luckily, this was a pain that Lenny had a similar experience with a long time ago.