An intense pain filled his being and he could feel his dreamscape shaking violently. He was already incapable of controlling his expressions, causing his features to warp together. This sort of intense pain was extremely terrifying and indescribable, it destroyed one's body and bore straight into one's mind, causing it to be unavoidable, and yet Xaloc held his dreamscape with all he had.
He did not know why, he did not want to let go, he did not want to lose to his grandfather.
As Moses applied more pressure, Xaloc began to cough up blood. He also started to tremble violently.
There were even strands of light red and golden blood that flowed out from the corner of his lips.
When looked at from afar, he was like a lone boat on the sea, drifting on the sea, facing an extremely violent blow of raging waves, and it might sink at any moment.
