At that moment, a crushing sense of suffocation hit him.
Chris instantly realized what was happening.
Quicksand.
Once you fall in, there's no getting out. A wave of despair surged through his chest.
"Is this really it for me?"
"All my life, I've danced on the edge of death and always made it out somehow. Is this finally the end?"
He muttered to himself as flashes of his past played through his mind like a reel of memories—just like they say happens before you die.
Chris could feel it clearly—his body was still sinking.
Even with the enhanced physique of an Awakener, there were limits to what he could endure.
The suffocation was getting worse.
His brain, starved of oxygen, started to spin. Dizziness washed over him in waves.
He kept falling, deeper and deeper. His consciousness began to blur, everything turning hazy.
But then—
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him upward with a powerful pull, dragging him out.
Whoosh—
