AGGGHHHHHH!!
A scream tore from his throat.
A cry so raw, so loud, it echoed across the vast expanse of the Mourning Depths, shaking the silence like a war horn from the heavens.
But more importantly—it worked.
"It worked!"
His voice returned. His lips could move again.
And then his vision cleared.
Light returned to his eyes. The blurred world sharpened into focus.
Then came sound—rushing back into his ears like a crashing wave. He could hear again.
And finally, the overwhelming paralysis faded.
The weakness drained from his limbs. His strength returned like a dam breaking.
Max stood tall, the blade still lodged deep in his thigh, blood trickling down his leg and pooling beneath him. But he didn't flinch.
His chest rose with each breath, steady and strong. His muscles tensed with power. His eyes—once foggy and dulled—now burned with fire.
All signs of weakness… gone.
