A searing pain similar to getting torn apart conversed through his body. The legs on which he stood trembled, unable to support his weight. The hand that held the spear started to fall apart. The body that was full of energy a moment ago, was on the verge of collapse.
The senses were overwhelmed by darkness and the heart started to sink in despair.
Screams of agony erupting from behind were the only things that saved him from succumbing to the darkness. The eyelashes for some reason weighed heavier than ever and wished to close the line of sight.
His consciousness wanted to sink into darkness and his mind screamed for him to run away and let go of struggling.
"Noo," Frederick screamed and bit his tongue to stop himself from falling unconscious.
'You can't fall.'
'You can't lose.'
'If you lose here, you will lose everything.'
'If I fall, they will be hurt. I have to stand up. I have to fight and protect them from harm.'
