The searing pain in Sylas' shoulder couldn't seem to reach his mind at all. His vision looked glazed over as he saw more red than anything else, but his mind was more focused on the fear erupting from deep within him.
He hated the feeling. He hated the feeling of helplessness, but there was no escaping it. It was everywhere he looked, suffocating and ubiquitous.
The worst part was that he knew why he couldn't shake it off.
Maybe there was something external triggering these emotions, but he knew deep inside... that they were real.
There was a gap between what was truly resolved and what was suppressed. Sylas' solution to his plight was to become strong, but was he strong yet?
Even if he one day became invincible on Earth, what about in their solar system? What about their quadrant? Their galaxy? Their galaxy cluster? Beyond?
Would he ever be able to get rid of this feeling of inadequacy until he was unbothered and unaffected by the threat anyone in existence could provide?
What sort of life was that?
THWACK!
Sylas tried to dodge again, but he ended up diving into the path of an arrow instead of away.
This one was luckily a glancing blow that stuck so heavily into the tree behind him that the tail of the arrow whipped back and forth viciously, but that didn't stop a deep gash from appearing in his quad. It looked like it was only another inch or two from unearthing bone. The pain finally seemed to reach Sylas this time as his vision cleared slightly.
No, it wasn't the pain. It was a change to the cadence of his Luck's warnings. There was a new danger pinging him.
This awoke Sylas slightly as his mind felt the new stimulus. He tried to grasp this light at the end of the tunnel, but the feelings of fear came swifter and harsher.
'Am I really going to die here?'
The thought reverberated like a rock through into a large, empty corridor. It rebounded and echoed, bouncing around his skull as it made its presence known and forced itself into his reality.
A flicker of light pierced through the blurriness of Sylas' vision.
He stumbled to the side out of instinct, the whizzing of a spear vibrating his eardrum as it sliced by his head. A new feeling of heat burned the side of Sylas' face as he became vaguely aware that someone had almost cut his ear in two.
"Die!"
Linzie's voice roared.
'Die?'
Time slowed for Sylas.
He felt that scent of death more clearly now than even that day in the volcano. He couldn't see properly, he knew he was being attacked, but there was nothing he could do about it.
That feeling of helplessness was even more severe now than it ever had been before. Everything vanished and he felt like he was standing in an abyss of endless darkness.
A droplet of water fell from an undetectable ceiling, rippling across the surface of the water he seemed to be standing on, but couldn't quite make out either.
'Too weak... so... so... so... weak...'
A voice that sounded like it came from a throat filled with gravel echoed out.
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