Enervation tightened its grip by the second.
Casting the strongest spell in his arsenal to create the chaos duplicate—the Executor could sense clearly that his stamina was suffering greatly. He was breathing heavily, teetering on the brink of exhaustion as he coursed through the dark creek.
'I'm not a failure, this time, I will make it work!' the Executor pondered inwardly.
Splash!
His steps splashed against the watery ground.
Sprinting through the inclining ground, his path of going forward became harder.
Each heartbeat sent a tremor through him—blurring his vision momentarily. His fortitude was also dwindling rapidly, and even the ambient sounds around him began to fade into a distant hum, leaving only the thunderous rhythm of his own pulse and breath pounding in his ears.
As the Executor dashed through the creek, shadows danced at the corners of his vision.
