Point-of-View: Ilex Sarralot
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"I...I can't do this anymore. This is hell, I'm dying...," I gasped wearily, as I lay sprawled on the floor, my vision spinning.
"Hey, don't lay down there, you're sweating like crazy. Go take a shower or something," Remarked Mysst, reading a book on her bed.
"B-but I can't move a muscle..."
I-I've been at this for weeks, and I'm at the end of my goddamn rope here. I've been spending so much time in her Chronal Dimension, relentlessly training to master the use of my Soul Weapon Ascension.
And outside of it, I've been in a constant state of immense exhaustion, completely and utterly worn out at all times...because immediately after I do get some level of rest and recover a bit of energy, it's right back to training. I...I get that we're in a race against a clock that we can't even see, but still...this is way too brutal!