With his back pressed against the wall, Michael panted for air again and again. Soon after, he felt the rumble of something massive moving a long distance away.
He had done it. He had escaped. He would have loved nothing more than to kill it, but he had no idea how to go about attacking that titan. After killing the scorched skeleton, a notification appeared before him, saying he had defeated an opponent. He still had four to go, and so he went on the move, ignoring the persistent headache.
Though he took the miracle drug just now, Michael felt that he understood the ability it granted him. With it in his possession, winning was no longer an impossible task, but he had to proceed carefully.
