The boy's body twitched, a faint movement in the wreckage. His arms trembled as he struggled to push himself up, blood dripping from his mouth and down his chin.
He coughed, his body shaking with the effort. Despite the searing pain, despite the weight of his broken form, a defiant smirk tugged at his lips.
Seeing that, the beastly immortal's lips curled into a twisted smile. He lifted his massive foot, bringing it down with a brutal force onto the boy's chest.
The sound of it landing was like a sickening crack, the air rushing from the boy's lungs.
The boy gasped, his chest compressing under the weight, but his defiance didn't falter. He gritted his teeth, refusing to give in.
"You've got spirit," the immortal said mockingly, his voice thick with disdain. "But spirit won't save you."
