Michael dug deep, summoning every ounce of strength he could muster to push forward. Step by agonizing step, his muscles groaned in protest, each one threatening to give up on him.
Yet, as he raised his head, he saw Braydon glaring fiercely at him—suffering just as much.
I'd rather die than show weakness here… he shouted in his heart.
Despite his determination, he could feel his resolve weakening. Even with that fire inside him, he knew he couldn't keep going for long. Another glance at Braydon revealed the surprising sight of the other youth frozen in place, his jaw hanging open as he stared in Michael's direction.
Huh? What's going on?
"Oh, this isn't too bad once you get the hang of it," came a familiar voice nearby.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Michael turned his head to see Rudy strolling casually beside him, a refreshed look on his face.
"Y-you…" Michael stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief.
