[A/N: Immortal does not mean literal 'immortals', that's how mortals address them.]
The boy stood, wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his trembling hand. The pill's warmth coursed through his body, dulling the sharp edges of pain but doing little to mend the storm raging in his heart.
His eyes, sharp despite the exhaustion weighing them down, fixed on the beastly immortal walking toward him.
Each step the being took seemed to make the air itself tremble, its oppressive aura crushing like a heavy tide.
The golden glow of its eyes reflected a predator's hunger, mingled with cold amusement.
Is this how it ends? The thought rang bitterly in his mind, heavy with regret. His fists clenched, nails biting into his palms. No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, his body quivered beneath the weight of the power bearing down on him.
