Ackster shouted in his mind again, refusing the Observer's claim and his own thoughts' weakness. It was no longer a protest against the unfairness of his existence. Ackster's mental shout that echoed across the world with invisible ripples was a rejection of a false reality.
What he had done so far wasn't all that Ackster could do. He could do more. He hadn't already done all he could.
Ackster hadn't hit his limits.
Ackster refused such a reality.
He said it wasn't so. It wasn't so.
Ackster didn't accept such a reality. Such a reality didn't come to pass.
Ackster crawled himself to his feet. His body was tired, but he refused to acknowledge it.
Ackster raised his head and glared at the Observer with eyes ablaze. Ackster's gaze, expression, and body brimmed with power that he shouldn't possess.
