Ryu pushed himself to his limits, his legs feeling as though they were steadily becoming more like cement blocks instead of the flesh and blood they were meant to be.
The wind whipped against his skin, tearing into the ghastly, pulsating wound on his chest. One could only imagine the level of pain he was enduring. Every time his heart pumped to spur him onward, a gush of blood was spurt outward through the wound left by the dagger. A mortal would never be able to survive such a thing. In fact, neither should a mere Pulse Opening Realm expert like Ryu.
However, the Ryu of this second lifetime was no longer here. After settling his final accounts with the Tor Clan, the story of Ryu Tor had come to a close. What fueled him was no longer revenge for Granny Miriam, but a promise he made on a calm night more than nine hundred million years ago – a promise to his wife.