Back To Square One

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Just as we were back in the Ankh Desert after a heck of a series of events, Frank began to groan in pain.

"Fuck!" Frank stood up, suddenly falling to his knees. "Agh! This wound hasn't healed yet?!"

He looked at the wound of his chest and his shoulder, a strange force was weakening him and infecting it. He continued squirming in the floor, suddenly vomiting blood, his cosmic power began to weaken severely.

"Uuggh… Akkhhh…"

"Frank!"

I flew to his side as I tried to help him.

"Get away from me! It is all your damn fault! Why did you move?! It all went terribly wrong!" He sighed.

"I am sorry, okay? I… Sorry." I sighed.

Frank sat down in the desert, facepalming and sighing.

"We have to get out of here asap…" He sighed.

"Can you?" I asked.

"I… Ungh! Agh!" Frank continued to groan in pain. "My cosmic powers… they weakened so much with this wound? These bastards put a seal on it…"