In the early morning hours, Halo found himself drenched in sweat, his heart pounding, and his entire body burning crimson.
His lungs felt dry, like every fleeting second was squeezing the air out of him. Breathing felt like his heart was being ripped apart, and worse, as though the only air left was lined with sharp blades that tore through his insides.
This wasn't a dream. He wished it were, just as it had been the previous day.
It had barely been a minute since this sensation started, but every part of him screamed: leave this damned castle.
But he couldn't.
He couldn't even form a coherent thought to summon his clones. He dragged himself along the floor instead, gathering every ounce of will he had left to get out of the building.
