"You… are dying?" Bladedance asked. "How is that possible? You should live forever."
"I could, if I were still the corruption from a long time ago," Godslayer said. "But the lack of corruption is separating my soul and my spirit. I will soon become two, neither strong enough to survive on its own."
Bladedance stared at Godslayer, sensing him. She could somewhat tell that he was weak—weak to the point that he was leaking aura from within him. The unbreakable crystal orb was no longer.
Bladedance was stunned.
Godslayer truly was dying.
"Your body, it's… cracked," she said. "Even if you were to go back to how you were, you are most likely going to die. Maybe not by someone else, but they will be able to weaken you until you're dead."
Godslayer snickered. "You think I don't know that? I am trying my best to live too."
"But you can't," Bladedance said.
