Adam tried to rise but couldn't. His muscles were screaming at their absolute limit, twitching violently under torn flesh. Every breath came shallow, jagged, and searing as though his lungs were being clawed from within. Broken ribs shifted with each movement, sharp edges stabbing deeper, piercing organs and tearing tissue. Pain radiated through his chest like fire, flooding him with agony as he clawed at the ground. His vision blurred, his strength faltered, and though he begged his body to obey, though he screamed both inwardly and outwardly, nothing changed. His limbs were leaden weights.
And the hammer, monstrous, jagged, merciless, was already descending for the back of his skull.
