'What is happening to me?' Kallen questioned internally, struggling to comprehend why his body was reacting this way.
Although he knew he was suffering a backlash of overexerting his body... pushing it way too far, it felt far too much.
His mind was drained, sluggish, and empty of energy, the migraine hammering against his skull without the slightest reprieve.
'I need to move,' he willed to himself, but his body had shut down and wasn't listening at all.
He gritted his teeth, but it was to no avail. He couldn't even hear a thing, as though a void had replaced his hearing, and his vision wobbled with each passing second. In fact, the light in his gaze kept dimming, little by little.
Strength drained from his body rapidly, and for the first time since all this mess began, he felt… unlucky, even though nothing that had happened, nor anything he had achieved, was a product of luck.
