Damon's whole life had been one long, painful journey. Crawling in a pool of his own blood just to stay alive was nothing new to him. It had happened far too many times, and each time, he had gritted his teeth, refusing to die. He lived just so his sister could have a chance.
But this time was different.
As he dragged himself through his own blood toward the fallen axe, there was no thought of survival—only the overwhelming desire to kill the war troll. Every inch of his broken body ached for nothing else.
The troll thundered blindly, its massive feet crushing the earth, sniffing at the air. Blood dripped from its ruined eye socket, pooling around its nose. It paused, flaring its nostrils, snot and blood mixing as it searched for him. Its ears twitched, listening intently for the human's movements. Surely, the human had reached his limit by now.
It smiled, its tusks glistening.
"Human… will eat you. Rip you to pieces… crush with jaw…"
