Dean was walking under the hot sun of Saphyr. It was one o'clock in the afternoon. He was sweating all over and feeling a bit dizzy. He was doing physical exertion for a while now.
'Even the weight of my sword in my hands seems like a ton... It has been how long since I started to fight? I don't know at all...', he thought with his eyes closed while wiping out the sweat in his forehead. Dean took a deep breath, then walked forward again.
'It doesn't matter how long it has been. The fact is that I can't stop right now.'
He opened his eyes again raising his weapon to the level of his eyes. He looked around, coming across a pack of Dreads that was surrounding him. There were beasts of all types there and the most dangerous ones. They were exuding a massive amount of "Chaos", prepared to initiate their onslaught against Dean again.
