'It became the sole motivation driving this tormented body to keep swinging his sword.'
'Back down?'
'That would mean bowing to this "Order" that treated everything as manipulable data. It would mean admitting that his companions' "deaths" could be so casually "undone" and "exploited."'
A low growl, a mix of a Dragon Roar and raw fury, rumbled in his throat. He ignored the warnings of collapse coming from every part of his body, suppressed the searing pain of his consciousness being burned away, and forcefully stabilized the border of his humanity as it was being eroded by his draconic nature.
The blood-red shadow moved again.
With a resolve fiercer than ever before, he charged into Yemiga's endless Space-Time Storm.
The clash between the blood-red shadow and the silver gleam was no longer a simple exchange of techniques, but a savage collision and tearing of two completely different "Laws."
