That was all he needed to do to immediately wake up from self-blame.
He couldn't waste time doing that, it would serve nothing, and do nothing. For now, action mattered more than blame. And only action could make one survive.
Active over Passive, the thought cemented itself more in Kael's mind.
Petrification loosened. His fingers flexed again. He swallowed, tasting soot and stale air, and forced his mind back onto the only thing that mattered: the target.
Looking at the map, three rows ahead, two dots to the left, that was the Momentum rune holder. He needed the rune... he wanted it. Even if it meant risking his limbs.
The blue dot sat there like a promise. Like a trap, too. A reward embedded in meat. A rune inside a moving corpse in a hallway full of corpses. That was the Tower's idea of comedy.
He couldn't physically see the zombie, but he could recognize the blue dot.
"Good," the petrification was gone, and he began counting again.
