Energy, so much energy leaking from my body, I try my hardest to plug it up, but it won't work. It's like placing a napkin over a hole in a damaged bucket. The sacred sword is eating away whatever energy I have left while leaving a wound big enough in my soul to let the energy escape. I'm like a bucket with a hole and a sponge inside of it, never able to properly keep water inside. I'm scared. The energy is leaving my body far faster than it used to. Like seriously, the current condition I'm in would usually happen during the middle of my trip to the lake. I feel the same way I felt when Zeke first met me. I tried to open my eyes, just to confirm that I'm still alive.

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My eye lids wouldn't open.

I try to move my limbs, my arms my legs my feet.

It feels like I'm underwater, though I can't move.

Iris, I want to hold her.