Chapter 16 - The Battle At The Black Market, Part 2 (4)

"If I'm going down, you're coming with me, you son of a bitch."

As those words escaped my lips, it felt like the world around me began to move in slow motion. It was odd, given that I was teetering on the edge of death. Maybe this was what people experienced just before they die? Strangely, it felt oddly comforting, like a soothing embrace. But no, this wasn't death creeping in. It was as if my mind was sprinting while the world around me slowed to a crawl.

Surveying the faces of the three individuals before me, I realized I was still firmly entrenched in the present moment, yet time seemed to stretch and bend around me, elongating each passing second. It was as if everything had ground to a halt. But it wasn't the world freezing; it was my senses sharpening to a razor's edge.