Aditya was lying in a small lake of his own blood, a grim testament to the ruthlessness of Vespera's relentless assault. His body was a battlefield, riddled with deep gashes and puncture wounds, each a source of the scarlet river that was slowly leaving his body. The strength was seeping out of him at a terrifying rate and the edges of his vision were starting to blur. He felt the cold, unforgiving hand of unconsciousness slowly descending upon him.
Just when the situation was turning unbearably grim and all hope seemed to have evaporated, an unexpected event occurred that momentarily froze the on-going onslaught.
Crack!