THE FIFTH CONTINENT — NORTH.
Nose crushed, lips smashed, and both eyes swollen completely shut, Yang could barely see anything through the haze of pain and blood. His skull was cracked in multiple places, with blood spraying continuously from several deep, gaping wounds on his head.
*He’s more of a monster than I am. Hahaha.* Yang thought inwardly as darkness began to swallow him whole. *So this is what death feels like… warm and peaceful.* A faint, resigned smile formed on his broken and bloodied lips. *A monster has been born into this world. I hope you all realize it before it’s too late.*
Chris kept laughing menacingly, a deep, chilling sound that echoed across the battlefield. He repeatedly slammed his head into Yang’s face with unrelenting brutality. Yang’s warm blood soaked Chris
