Saved from Death

"Stand up, Seung. You're not someone who will give up," the voice echoed, this time louder, resonating with a commanding authority that cut through the fog clouding his mind.

Seung's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving as he fought against the invisible force keeping his eyes shut. The world around him was a blur, a swirling mix of pain and confusion, but that voice—it was like a beacon piercing through the haze, compelling him to listen.

The words sparked something within him, reminding him of his true nature. A flicker of defiance ignited deep within, the same unyielding will that had carried him through countless battles. He wasn't someone who would surrender easily. He was Seung, a warrior forged in the fires of hardship, a survivor against all odds. The thought surged through his veins, flooding his body with renewed energy, urging his muscles to awaken from their paralysis.