Ezra tilted his head slightly as he looked at Diane.
His dull black eyes remained on her face, but his expression didn't change. From the outside, he looked as though he was simply listening to what she had said.
Inside his mind, however, a realization had begun to form.
He had already thought about his body's condition several times.
The harmony between his Life Essence and Death Essence was becoming unstable. And his failing body was slowly losing its balance, while the Death Essence within him seemed to be growing stronger as his condition continued to worsen.
But now...
Was the reason for his condition because he was, in a sense, someone who had escaped death?
Ezra lowered his eyes slightly.
From what Diane said, it almost sounds like every blessing comes with a curse.
The thought appeared quietly in his mind.
Could that be why I was born like this?
For a brief moment, the idea seemed to fit.
Then Ezra immediately rejected it.
It leaned too far into superstition.
