"Am I going to die?"
When she saw that attack, that thought came to her; it seemed inevitable. It was such a strong and fast attack that, even with her perception enhanced by spells, it should have been unavoidable even at her best.
But she, for some reason, could see the attack slowly approaching her.
Now her strength had left her body, and she could hardly move it.
She felt the coldness of death approaching.
Seeing how slowly it was approaching, it seemed that this was what happened when one was on the verge of death.
She saw her life flash before her eyes.
Seraphina began to remember everything. Many images of many things came to mind: from the blurry, monotonous, gray days of her previous life,
how she lived many years in disconnection and denial, how she lived her life foolishly.
So foolishly that now she felt that a little effort on her part, a little initiative and courage, would have been enough to make everything different.
