05-31-2020, 03:37 PM
Thunder and fire roared in Ivan's ears. His vision had long since faded. He barely felt his body at all. It was as if he were a conduit and molten ice and jagged shards of frozen lava poured through him, scouring the edges of his soul, ripping at him, gashes of agony and pain, acid burning into the wounds.
It.Would.Not.Stop!!
He tried to picture Zara, to remember her dimpled smiling face looking up at him, tried to fight whatever was happening to him, tried to hold on to any of those massive shards flowing through him, to use them.
It was like trying to grab something without hands.
He was been worn away.
It.Would.Not.Stop!!
He tried to picture Zara, to remember her dimpled smiling face looking up at him, tried to fight whatever was happening to him, tried to hold on to any of those massive shards flowing through him, to use them.
It was like trying to grab something without hands.
He was been worn away.