Chapter 147: Illusion

A blanket of darkness.

The feeling of death was so peculiar, as if something unstoppable was being drawn out of the body bit by bit.

Perception of the surroundings gradually faded away, replaced by an endless cold. It was like walking naked through heavy snow, with nothing to shield you from the bone-chilling cold.

For a moment, Nuo felt he had lost the ability to move. He could only silently 'watch,' watching his own body slumped on the throne inside The Temple, watching people who had just left returning to mourn in front of his corpse.

He should have reacted, even if they could no longer notice him. But like a person just awakened from deep sleep, though everything before his eyes was 'seen,' Nuo's thoughts seemed still immersed in haze, incapable of any contemplation.

So he just quietly observed as they conducted a succinct and solemn ceremony, saw them carry away his corpse, and then in front of The Temple announced his last will to the inhabitants of Silver Moon City.