"No… this can't be… ho–how can a mere Awakened harm me?!"
Hector collapsed to the ground, screaming in pain and despair. Blood gushed endlessly from the deep cut across his chest. His breathing grew ragged, each gasp a desperate fight to live.
He didn't want to die. Not like this. Not here.
With his trembling hand, Hector tried to pull out a healing potion. His last hope. But when he reached for his space ring, his heart froze.
It was gone.
"What? No… where is it?!" Hector's voice cracked in panic.
His face was revealed.A middle age man with dark brown hairs and hazel eyes.There were wrinkles on his face indicating his age.
His hazy eyes darted around as blood continued to pour out of his wound.
That's when he saw two legs standing before him.
Slowly, he raised his gaze upward.
Amon stood there, bloodied and beaten within an inch of his life. His face was torn, his body broken, but he was still standing. Still smiling faintly.
