"...URGH!!" I vomit blood as I take thousands of punches from Zhian'Thar. They're so powerful she's blasting holes straight through my body, which can't even react to someone this fast.
'I need to react. Another 24 seconds of punches this strong and I'll die…' My body is being torn apart. She's completely stopped holding back. I just feel the damage piling up and up without end.
And each punch carries immense explosive force. She doesn't even need to put power into them—just the fact she's striking at the speed of light makes my body's defense feel like a sheet of paper.
'Adaptation… improvement… evolve a skill? What do I have?' I keep my calm. Usually, when I was close to death, I'd panic. My senses would sharpen, and I'd frantically think of how to survive.
But now that I'm just a Pandora, I stay calm even facing certain death, patiently selecting the best choice.
