Lindarion's thoughts swirled as his teammates desperately tried to hold back the King. But without him, they had no chance. It was as if their efforts were meaningless.
His arms throbbed with pain, his ribs trembled with every breath, and he could hear his heartbeat pounding in his head.
'Move, you useless body… I have to move.'
His vision blurred, but surrendering wasn't an option. Not even close.
The King dodged every attack effortlessly, not even needing to try. Without Lindarion, the fight was dull to him. He knew only Lindarion had even the slightest chance of opposing him.
Lindarion crawled across the ground, his broken hands refusing to support him. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself up using his knees, pushing off the floor with sheer will.
The sight made all his teammates turn toward him. Some looked at him with admiration, others with concern, fearing he would push himself too far.
