With Zachary's broad, muscle-filled back crashing against the ground, he let out a groan of pain, but then, with some difficulty, stood right back up.
He turned back to Kiernan, his hair wild and tangled, looking like seaweed, drooping over his forehead.
Kiernan stood still, his breathing rough and raspy, as it sounded like he was trying to catch his breath after running a marathon.
It took everything he had to not collapse onto the ground.
'How is this bastard still able to move like that?'
Alabaster dug his fingers deep into his hands, trying to stop his rising anger and frustration.
It should've been over already!
'At this stage, Kiernan's organs are failing one after another. There's no way he can keep fighting for much longer.'
"…"
Silently, Kiernan took a step forward, but when he tried to look forward, his vision had completely turned misty as if he were standing in the middle of a snowstorm.
It was the same as being blind at this point.
