Just as Ezra considered dragging both of them into the sovereign universe, Zydrax's voice rang in his head.
[ Don't be foolish, Ezra! The
Ezra's stomach sank.
"Then what am I supposed to do?" he whispered hoarsely, the words barely audible over his labored breathing.
[Run]
"Hah" Ezra let out a tired chuckle at these words, puking blood as a consequence, his insides lay in tatters, extensively damage.
The thoughts had always lay at the back of his mind, but he had pushed it aside, searching for any other possible option.
But it lay clear as day, that to preserve his life, he would have to accept this loss.
Before he can do anything though, Vorath's form appears in front of him like a blur, his expression intrigued with his crimson eyes glinting.
"It seems you're trying to use that head of yours even in this situation" says Vorath upon meeting Ezra's intense gaze.
*BAM!*
