Minutes passed.
The world around Alex blurred, the chaos reduced to muted embers and broken stone. His body screamed with every heartbeat, every twitch of movement. Consciousness dangled by a thread, and only sheer will kept him from collapsing.
He didn't move—couldn't, for a while.
But then… he did.
Slowly.
Each step forward felt like dragging his soul through broken glass, but he walked—toward the man still on his knees, the so-called champion of the Earth God.
Khepri.
He hadn't stood.
Not once.
The disbelief carved into his face was still etched deep like a scar that refused to heal. His hands trembled at his sides, dirt and blood smearing the remains in his once-pristine armor. His lips moved constantly, muttering, babbling, ranting to no one—except maybe himself.