[537]...is a dead dragon.
"... You?"
He felt nothing in his mouth, nor in the artifact embedded in his tongue. He felt no echo in the air as his voice was heard by both himself and the one who held a blade at his neck.
Furthermore, he didn't feel...like he had spoken at all, yet he heard his own voice.
That led him to the conclusion he was talking to himself.
Haha.
The lack of mana had driven him insane, and he had figured it out. He was talking to himself, or in his mind.
But the feeling of the blade on his neck was real, he knew that at least. Just as various conjectures appeared in his thoughts, he heard the voice again.
"A pathetic state you've been reduced to."
He glanced at the blade on his neck, surprisingly, he no longer felt the restraints that kept his body in place, but...he still couldn't move. He felt nothing binding him, but he still was unable to move even the tiniest bit.
"It is you..."