No.
The thought cut through the fog of despair like a blade.
Declan's voice echoed in his mind, clear and sharp despite the chaos around him.
"Go on. Live for us both."
Nero's jaw clenched.
His legs found their rhythm again, pumping harder than before. The exhaustion was still there, the pain in his lungs, the burning in his muscles.
But it didn't matter.
He was going to live.
Not just for himself.
But for Declan. For Peter. For everyone in Gor who had died while he survived.
It was a cheap trick to deluding himself into getting his damn legs to get moving again.
And despite knowing that, it worked like magic.
A deep bellow came from the depths of his soul as he picked up speed again. Most of the Abominations behind him were much faster than he was. However, the majority had lost interest in him and were not embroiled in their own wold of infinite chaos and blood.
