Megean breathed heavily. She had fallen to her knees again, her four legs crumbling beneath her weight. She tried to hold herself up with her tall bow, but her arms and back were screaming just as much as her fingers were.
Maybe that was because she had stripped so much flesh off of her fingers that they no longer seemed to send pain signals at all. Or maybe that was because she had pulled her back and arms taut so many times by now the muscles responsible for the actions had been shredded apart just as badly.
Her face could hardly be seen beneath the streams of blood, flickering ghostly arrows and blades sticking out of her body from all directions.
Somewhere deep inside, she realized that this was probably the end of the line. Her Will was still blazing strong, but her body had nothing left to give.
It was simply… impossible.
She had killed so much, made it so far, but even as she continued to trudge forward, there was no end in sight.
