The Celestial Chorus [3]

"....." 

The room was silent, hardly any sound could be heard besides the subtle, and yet strained sound of the people's breaths within the room. 

I sat in my corner staring at the scene with a blank look. 

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and as I lowered my head, my gaze fell on the small vial that was attached to my arm. 

It was three-quarters of the way filled. 

A thought ran down my mind as I recalled the scene from before. 

'Three lives.'

Each quarter of the vial signified a life. 

Given that I had three-quarters, it meant that I only had three lives. 

I licked my parched lips. 

For some reason, I felt like these were going to be far from enough. 

Death...

I had already died once, and yet, I had a feeling I was going to experience it again. 

More than once at that.