Quick Collider knew he was dying.
The sword in his chest pulsed with every heartbeat. Each breath pushed the blade closer to his heart. Blood filled his lungs. His vision swam at the edges.
I'm going to die.
The thought should have terrified him.
Instead—
It freed him.
The final gamble. Its my final gamble.
Quick Collider raised his remaining sword.
"I'M NOT GONNA DIE ALONE, BASTARD."
His own sword. The one he had trained with for years. The one that had never failed him.
"I'm not..." His voice was wet. Blood dripped from his lips. "I'm not dying like this."
Suho's eyes narrowed.
He's going to do something stupid.
Quick Collider's mana spiked.
QuickCollider — Mana Output— 71% — 79% — 84%
The crystal screen flickered. The numbers climbed.
"QUICK COLLIDER IS PUSHING PAST HIS LIMITS!" the announcer screamed. "EIGHTY-FOUR PERCENT! HE'S ON THE BRINK OF RAMPAGE!"
The crowd held its breath.
Quick Collider moved.
Not fast.
Impossibly fast.
