Amon used all he had.
He limped forward, his broken leg dragging behind him and his vision waning from the blood he was losing from his torn arm, which was now nothing but a stump.
He was slow. Too slow.
As the seconds trickled by, more and more meteors formed in the skies.
He walked through fire, so desperate he stopped caring about the integrity of his body, tripping and falling, letting himself burn and break even more bones.
None of it mattered as long as he reached the pillar.
And that, he did.
Brimming with tears, he finally reached the pillar nearest to him, and the moment he touched it, he disappeared.
Just in time for the second wave to fall.
…
SPLAT!
Amon collapsed onto cold white floors.
His blood stained the once pristine ground, his whimpers echoing in the silent room he was now in. Just as he was about to pass out, he felt a stream of warmth enter his body.
