At The Edge Of Defeat

Andar blinked, this was the first time he had done this since the last hour, this action was voluntary, he was making sure he was always at his peak for he could keep his eyes open for weeks if he wanted.

There were only two more inches to go before he could complete this process, but the repulsive force was almost getting to a point that he could no longer bear it.

The ephemeral image of the Bracer in the sky was getting clearer and it began to impose a new weight on Andar, compounding the stress he was enduring, and he could hear tiny popping sounds underneath his skin, as his bones began to crack.

Andar skin began to develop tiny tears that made him frown, he could be injured but he could not lose any of his body tissues or he would have to give up, losing just one drop of blood here would be devastating because the hurricane-class winds around him would hurl his blood to the distance and a part of his knowledge would be lost.