Michael dug deep, using every bit of strength he could muster to push forward. Step by agonizing step, he heard his muscles groan in protest, threatening to give up on him.
Yet as he raised his head, he saw Braydon staring fiercely at him—suffering just as much.
I'd rather die than show weakness here… he yelled in his heart.
However, he could feel that he wouldn't last long, even with such conviction. Taking another glance up at Braydon, he expected to see the guy struggling as well—however the youth was frozen in place, his jaw dropped as he stared in Michael's direction.
Huh? What is it?
"Oh, this isn't too bad once you get the hang of it." A familiar voice called nearby.
With a slow and deliberate movement, Michael turned his head only to see Rudy walking beside him, wearing a refreshed expression.
"Y-you…"
It didn't make sense, how was he doing this well under such pressure?
