Miles' Point Of ViewThe white-hot ringing in my ears drowned out even my own heartbeat, a piercing shriek that seemed to come from inside my skull rather than the battlefield around me. It felt like my mind had detached from my body, floating somewhere above the wreckage, watching a stranger kneel in the wasteland below. The smoke cleared slowly, drifting away in black, oily wisps across the crater floor. I knelt in the dirt, my skin split wide open like dry leather, raw white-and-black mana frying my internal channels. Every nerve in my body screamed in protest, a symphony of agony I'd grown almost numb to after everything I'd endured tonight.Blood… thick, dark crimson stuff, dripped off my chin, plinking onto the frozen ash between my boots, each drop a small, rhythmic reminder that I was still, somehow, alive. I remember thinking, absurdly, that I hadn't eaten anything in over a day, and that this was a strange thing to notice while dying by inches. "Look at him!" someone yelle
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