Ch122. Without

Pain exploded through Miles' body like a tidal wave, his breath stolen from his lungs as he crashed across the metallic floor. His vision blurred, flickering between the shifting chamber walls and the looming silhouette of the Master, standing over him like a specter of inevitability.

He barely had time to register the attack. One moment, the Master was speaking, his mask barely tilting, and the next…

A force beyond anything Miles had felt tore through him.

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself upright, dragging his scythe across the floor as he stood. His limbs screamed in protest, but he pushed the pain aside, eyes locking onto the Master.