3rd Sky: IV

“Hah”

“Hah”

“Hah”

Panting roughly, Tucker’s eyes struggled to maintain their focus. His hand that held onto Nightmare’s hilt shook constantly like a leaf and his grip weakened by the second. The divine weapon forged by Zica had already lost its lustre, and the greyish energy of destruction that fed it had grown so dim that it best resembled a flickering candlelight that was about to be extinguished. Tucker’s face was still expressionless, but exhaustion could easily be seen on his face. Sweat streamed down his chiselled jaw as freely as the waters of a waterfall. He was greatly fatigued.

There were people in the universe who were resistant to tiredness. Nobles, Gods, and Ascenders. These three could fight for several days and nights without rest, relying on nothing but their superior hold over Edict. Tucker was a human being, but he was also an Ascender, and an incomplete god. He had been fighting for just about 30 minutes – and the countdown started from the time Mane had handed Nigh