Sylas almost fell to a knee, his body burning up from the inside. He had focused so much on his mind that his organs were shutting down, their function atrophying.
Spots of grey began to appear on his skin, his body shaking uncontrollably. It could feel that there was more of his mind to give to it, but Sylas was cruelly refusing. He had pulled so much away from his body that even smooth muscles that should expand and contract all on their own seemed to have stopped functioning entirely.
His digestive system shut down, his heart was hardly beating at all, and even raising and lowering his foot for just the fourth time was taking everything out of him.
But not for a single moment did he think of stopping. In fact, he wasn't even sparing thoughts toward internal motivation.
Maybe someone else would be thinking thoughts like "keep going," "you can do it," or "don't give up."
