His last saving grace had just been obliterated.
The being didn't move. Not yet. Just watched Aegon crawl, almost pitifully, yet with no emotion on his blank face.
'Come on.' Aegon dragged himself with everything he had left in him, which wasn't a lot, towards his items.
~KKKRRC!~
A violet crack in the storm above made him freeze but he felt the vibration from all around him. But most especially, below him.
His eyes shot wide with realization.
There was hope. Not a lot, but when has he ever needed a lot? Just a sliver. An iota. A hair's breath of hope, but it was enough for him to pull himself off the snow.
He still didn't look the anomaly in the eye. No matter how much of a chance he had, he could still be fried in an instant if it called upon lightning.
He bent over and picked up the canister. Cranked the top in either side before he twisted it off.
A searing white light bloomed from the canister, enveloping him. And he felt it.
