'Am I destined for this fate?' Ayden pondered inwardly, his senses overwhelmed by the agonizing ache coursing through his body and the torment gnawing at his very soul. Amidst the relentless onslaught of two adversaries, he steadfastly maintained vigilance over his comrades, his eyes darting back and forth.
With nowhere to run, close to his limit and too wounded to react, he had already given up. What mattered to him now was the situation of his companions on this mission, especially Qiang and Bonfi, who could surely be of great help to Vicente if they escaped.
However, Ayden and the others were in such poor condition that even if he wanted to help them, they were unable to do anything.
Paul closed his eyes as he saw the attack that would probably kill him and sighed in defeat. After such a long journey, his life was ending.
'Hmm?'
Suddenly, he felt something strange when he noticed that even after a full second, the enemy's attack hadn't hit him.
