Don't read it yet, it's incomplete
Ben's breathing was erratic and labored. His vision was blurry, and his legs trembled—he had exhausted all his stamina and magic, yet stubbornly remained standing, staring at the man in front of him.
The man looked back at him… a clash of wills.
Amidst wreckage and lifeless bodies, they stared at each other until Ben slowly began to walk forward.
With unsteady steps, he finally reached the man and stood just inches away from him.
"You wanted the key?" Ben reached a trembling hand into his pocket and slowly pulled out the key.
The man shuddered at the sight of it.
"Then take it!!" Ben leapt at the man and cruelly stabbed the ancient key into the man's eye socket.
The man shuddered in evident pain, but couldn't move his body.
Ben kept stabbing the man's eye with the key until he felt him stop moving—and his evil points increased.
With a tired sigh, he leaned on the man's body, staring into the air and gasping for breath.
