"His blood began gushing across his chest, flowing down towards his lower body, but he didn't scream. His eyes, filled with determination, began to lose hope. The impact's power, significantly reduced by his sliding back, still left him in a critical condition.
The man sensed something and shouted in his shaking voice, "Don't look back. Just..." His words choked in his throat, emerging with blood. His eyes were closing as the attack showed no signs of slowing down. When he was about to give up, he remembered.
His determination ignited once more, perhaps even stronger than before. A young boy stood in front of a little girl, enduring all the attacks head-on without a single scream.
The man roared, but his voice lacked the strength to travel far. "I am nothing compared to him. He was a true hero, and his spirit will burn within me. Don't worry, brave warrior. You will finish your task, and I will only be a mere vessel for its accomplishment."
The attack's intensity did not diminish; in fact, it increased further. But even though the man was defenseless, his chest wounds only worsened. More than half of his chest was destroyed, and the attack was about to reach his vital organs. He shouted with pride, "A Yava Viskan will not die until his enemy still breathes."
His eyes, filled with unwavering determination, grew brighter with each passing moment. Seeing his determination, the beast increased its power. This time, the beast's new attack merged with the former, creating an attack capable of engulfing the man's entire body and killing everyone behind him. He simply smiled and began running towards the beast, laughing, "I am no longer afraid. I am done running..." He moved his eyes but could see nothing behind him, continuing to move towards his death. He continued his sentence, his eyes glowing with unwavering determination, "Because I am a Yava Viskan, a proud Yava Viskan."
With these words, his shattered arms filled with a strange energy. Purple sparks danced across his arms, and his arms began to move, yet he felt nothing. His eyes, burning with determination, grew wider, and his steps became more unsteady."
"With each step, he was pushed back a few dozen centimeters, but he continued to move forward. His entire body was burning as he advanced, his skin turning purple from the attack, yet he persisted.
Meanwhile, everyone's heads hung low in shame as they tried to run. Then, one of them moved towards the girl and said, "Don't worry, just run towards your mother." He paused and looked towards the man, trying to help, but the scene had weakened him so much that he couldn't move his feet. He turned towards the girl with shaking hands, forcing a smile on his face, "Don't worry, we will protect you."
The man's ears and eyes were severely damaged, and his senses started to falter. He could still sense the man and continued moving forward. Suddenly, the beam broke through a part of his flesh and rushed towards the little girl. Filled with fear, he moved to block the attack with his body, but he was too late. The blast was rushing towards the girl, but in a final act, the man sitting beside her pushed her out of the way and took the attack on his back. In a fraction of a second, the area was covered in blood as blood mixed with purple energy, tearing through his body.
He miraculously survived, but not for long, as his body racked with pain with each passing moment.
The man grabbed a white cloth and tightly wrapped it around his wound.
As his ears registered the words of that man, he shouted, repeating his words, "I am not afraid anymore. I have lived my life, and now it's your time to live. So run, little one." The man said, holding his wounds to support himself. He started running towards another attack, pierced through the body of that man, and shouted, "I am done running.
I am also one of the descendants of the great Yava Viskan." His body began to run towards the attack, and he closed his eyes, trying to accept the pain. But to his surprise, nothing happened. He quickly opened his eyes, but before he could fully open them, he heard a voice, "You are not alone. I have also lived my life, though it wasn't as I had planned, but it still counts, right, Yeller?" When that man, or Yeller, heard that voice, his eyes flew open instantly. He saw two people extend their left arms, which were severely deformed and bleeding profusely, yet they both wore a smile on their faces.
Fortunately, the impact was distributed, and it wasn't as severe as it could have been.
The man's entire body turned a deep purple, and his feet stopped in midair as his body began to shut down. His entire body was barely recognizable. With his cracking throat, he tried to utter something but failed. His words, though unspoken, echoed in his mind, motivating him. "I WILL NOT DIE HERE!" he roared. He opened his eyes as soon as he did this, but the last vein keeping him alive snapped. His eyeballs rolled back, but he didn't stop and continued to move forward."