48: Evolution begins
.....A white light...
Is this death? Whether I liked it or not, I couldn't change the hands of fate. Could I.
Hex reflected on how his life was slowly slipping out of his being.
It was more excruciating than he remembered it to be. Though his sensory systems had become blunted, the final moments of suffering left a quivering scar on his consciousness.
This pained him even more. Being killed again, powerless the battle those with more power.
Whereas this was rather unexpected, all his strive to become a figure that could protect his sister and all he cared about.
How could he do that when he could not even defend himself?
'Now that I am going to die, does this imply I will die this time?'
He once had a dream of dying in his sleep; he was weak at the time, but not anymore.
A brutal death of being marched on till he was no more. Hex's mind ranted at the idea of it.
'I can't die just yet!!!'
