His vision was blurry, even in the dark nothingness of the cave, and he heaved as if his lungs were that of a two-year-old's, too small to ever satisfy his breaths.
But it wasn't over.
The formation hummed, and the severance trait of the wind aether tore apart, his limbs regaining their life and vitality.
WHOOOOOOSH!
"AHHH!"
His natal aether sped across his body so fast that the sweat, blood, and tears on his flesh began to turn into fog, filling the shelter.
The heat was so high that the frigid trait of the ice aether was destroyed just as quickly as the wind aether's.
WHOOOSH!
The dark shelter was boiling hot, stinking of metal and sweat.
'I–I…did it!'
He'd lived, again.
He could feel his mind sinking into darkness, his body relaxing, and his heartbeat weakening.
'I have to keep going! I have to keep going! I have to…'
As he repeated those words in his mind, again and again, he swallowed hard and, while trembling, reached forward.
