Myles' vision spun. The sound around him dulled. Pain flooded in his every nerve until it became hard to tell where his body even was.
The monster's grip crushed down harder. His fingers were digging into his skull. Darkness crept in at the edges of his sight.
But he still wanted to keep fighting. Because the moment he stopped, his life would truly end.
What made someone truly lose? It wasn't broken bones or spilled blood. It was the moment they grew tired of trying, the moment they chose to stop fighting.
As long as the desire to fight still existed, he had not lost yet.
Myles clenched his teeth and forced his Ether to move, dragging the strange and fractured flow back into motion through sheer will.
But the monster's grip tightened around his head, crushing harder. Pain exploding in his head and threatening to tear his thoughts apart.
