Desperate measures

(From Qin Shi Huang’s perspective)

Fighting the Kahn as a champion was something alien to me, and in truth, I knew that it was only by grace that I had been able to last for as long as I had.

My body ached; my spirit ached from channeling a strength not my own for the first time.

Yes, Baihu and I had trained, but nothing had prepared me for the immense effort needed to keep the power flowing without being burned by it.

It was a two-edged sword that could kill me just as surely as the Kahn.

The most tragic thing was that I couldn’t beat my enemy.

I had tried everything to no avail.

Now, at the end of my strength, I could finally admit to myself that my enemy far outclassed me, despite the gift I had been given.