Chapter 120

EMILIANO'S POV Everything was painful. I was unable to distinguish between where I started and where the pain ended. My legs were immobile, my chest felt heavy, and I was unable to open my eyes for longer than a second. The water soaked me. Was there blood? Rain? Both? Waves of voices came and went. Whispers at times, sometimes loud. ones you know. Unusual ones. I could no longer tell which ones were real. If we wait any longer, he won't make it. Then get him to move! Right now! There was a scream. Perhaps it was the sound of my name. Or perhaps I had a dream. Once more, I drifted. I found myself immersed in the depths of the world, sinking deeper and deeper. Darkness enveloped me, yet it lacked coldness. Simply waiting. How did this happen? I was pulling the trigger one moment, and then everything exploded. There were screams, smoke, and blood. Despite losing half of his face, Santiago was still laughing. It wasn't an effortless death for Bastard. Did I? It feels like drowning in this