Rain's thoughts flickered to his friends, to the ones who had fought beside him, bled beside him. The ones who had given everything to stand against this impossible foe.
He couldn't let their sacrifices be in vain.
But what could he do? He had nothing left to give.
Rain's knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed, but he caught himself at the last second, forcing his body to stay upright through sheer willpower alone.
No . . . I can't let it end like this.
Rain's eyes narrowed, his focus locking onto Balaur's looming form. If this was the end, then he would go down fighting.
Even if he was the last one standing, he would face this god with every ounce of strength he had left.
"This is the end!" Balaur roared, his massive claws raised, poised to strike Rain down in a single blow.
