Ezekiel let out a satisfied smirk as he watched the Ackma shatter into pieces and disappear in the blizzard. He fell front-faced into the snow and wheezed desperately. He buried his face in the snow, letting the cold cool down his body.
He knew he was at his limit and let out a loud groan. He flipped on his backside and gazed at the dark sky. The blizzard whizzed past his ears making him want to close his eyes and sleep.
He didn't have enough strength to keep the poison at its bay… Slowly, his control loosened and his vision began to darken...
Even though he was at the death doors, he couldn't help but scoff at his current predicament… He came here to help her and yet he already visited the death door twice in this journey. He couldn't help but think whether he embarked on a journey to help her or to meet the God of Death.
An image of her warm smiling face, in his arms flashed in his mind making him purse his lips.
'Is she safe?'
