Seraphina's voice said calmly: "There is no tomorrow."
Ryan's eyes snapped open. He pushed harder.
51.
57.
60.
Once he reached that round number, he had the urge to give up again.
Ryan hissed.
He hadn't had that sensation right until he reached the round number. That meant it was not his body that was betraying him, but his own mind. His mind was making him weaker—it was telling him to remain as weak.
Fuck my mind.
He continued.
61.
He wanted to fall. I've already surpassed my limits, is this not enough?
Seraphina growled in his ears. "Your bloodline relies on you, Ryan. Your sister does not want to be embarrassed by a weak brother. She wants to be proud. Would you like to remain in my shadow all your life?"
62.
"I can't—this is my limit…"
"Do not stop. Remember, everyone still thinks of you as Seraphina's Brother. You are a nobody. And nobodies have no time to remain weak."
63.
64.
