His condition could no longer be described as merely miserable.
Famine Rider was undergoing self-dissolution.
The desire for hunger had already filled his consciousness, but that was not the main reason. He simply wanted to make himself disappear.
Until only scraps of bodily tissue remained, then completely disintegrate through cellular self-consumption, until his entire being vanished without leaving anything behind.
Wu Heng's consciousness shifted between the two corridors as he watched the two of them make their final struggle.
At the same time, his voice traveled through the void, filled with indifference. "It seems you're very unwilling to accept this."
Pestilence Rider's movements paused.
He raised his head, his two hollow eye sockets turning toward the direction from which Wu Heng's consciousness came.
His mouth opened and closed, releasing a hoarse, broken voice.
The sound did not seem to come from his throat, but rather to be squeezed from his windpipe, his lungs, and the cracks between his rotting flesh.
"Heh heh... You want to completely refine us... Of course we won't accept that..." His voice scraped like sandpaper against glass, each word popping out as if he were sharpening a blade. "Do you think... we'll be like that idiot War... obediently waiting to die?"
Famine Rider said nothing.
His body was undergoing a violent reaction from cellular self-consumption, leaving him no time to reply. Yet his body trembled once—that was rage, unwillingness, and despair.
Wu Heng stood in the corridor, watching it all with a sigh. "It's useless. Your fates have already been decided."
He did not rush to act, instead watching quietly.
Wu Heng watched Pestilence Rider's bodily tissues burst apart one after another, red and green fluids splattering everywhere.
The fluids corroded the floor until it was riddled with holes.
He silently witnessed Famine Rider's body collapse