"Ahhhrg!"
Amon barely managed to pull himself inside the tower by gripping the broken edge of the wall. His fingers slipped once, then tightened with the last strength he had left as he dragged his body over the edge and collapsed onto the cold floor inside.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
His breathing was ragged. Uneven. Painful.
Blood streamed down from his eyes and mouth, dripping onto the dark surface beneath him. Some of the veins across his arms and neck had burst, leaving faint traces of red beneath his skin. His entire body trembled slightly, unable to handle the strain it had just gone through.
Every single muscle screamed in pain. Every breath burned his lungs.
And yet he was still alive.
In truth… he should have been dead by now.
When Vetaal had taken control of his body and unleashed that overwhelming power, Amon's body should have collapsed instantly.
A human body, especially one at his level should not have been able to endure such force.
