"Accepting death? Not a chance. Never."
Even though Zephyr was terrified, he tried his best to shake off the fog clouding his senses. Although he couldn't move his arm or the mana within, he struggled with everything he had, refusing to waste a single second.
Honestly, Zephyr was not afraid of death. He had seen many people fall prey to the unrelenting claws of time. Embracing death naturally at the end of a long life was a satisfying conclusion. Zephyr wished for a end like that.
There was no need to be scared of the inevitable. However, he was utterly unwilling to die a meaningless death. And even more reluctant to be murdered.
Whatever was inhibiting his movement was targeting him. He couldn't let it completely swallow his consciousness.
He concentrated, focusing solely on moving his mana. If he could find his way into his mindscape, he might survive.
