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Mud's every breath is filled with the taste of dust, as if his lungs are being crushed by the heavy air. Inside the cramped shelter built by Soil Shield, he feels an unprecedented sense of helplessness and despair. Sweat and mud mix together, sliding down his cheeks, each drop a testament to the draining of his strength. His muscles ache as if pierced by countless needles, every movement a struggle against the pain.
Mentally, Mud is trapped in a cycle of fear and anxiety. He constantly wonders if Vivian and Chuchan are safe, if the enemy troubling them has been dealt with. These thoughts spread like wildfire in his mind, consuming his last shreds of mental strength. Mud feels like an abandoned orphan in the darkness, with nowhere to seek comfort, relying only on trust in his companions and the remnants of his willpower to carry on.
The slow collapse of Soil Shield is not due to external pressure, but because Mud is gradually running out of its own strength. Each piece of soil falling seems to remind him that his time is running out. Mud coughs, and each cough seems to take away his last bit of strength, leaving his body feeling empty, like a dried-up riverbed, no longer able to nourish this land.
As Soil Shield gradually crumbles, Mud's heart also sinks. He feels an indescribable loneliness and despair, as if the whole world has abandoned him at this moment. He tries to resist this pain, but finds his strength getting weaker and weaker, as if the light of life is gradually fading. In this dark and lightless moment, Mud deeply feels the taste of despair, a kind of bone-chilling and loneliness that he cannot escape, only quietly endure.
Mud's consciousness gradually blurred under the dim and oppressive rubble, feeling his life slipping away like grains of sand in the funnel of time. The surrounding sounds, light, and even time itself seemed distorted and distant. His thoughts wandered in this chaos, and with Vivian's familiar and distant call, he traversed the heavy earth and stones, as if coming from another world. The voice brought a hint of fragile hope and endless echoes, leaving him oscillating between despair and humor.
Mud felt his body being crushed by an invisible weight, every breath like a slow game with death. His clothes were soaked with sweat, cold and sticky against his skin. Every part of his body signaled exhaustion and pain, but compared to the torment of his mind, it seemed insignificant. His heart was filled with reflections on life, longing for the future, helplessness in the current predicament, and regret for past decisions.
Recalling the difficult days after the nuclear explosion, Mud couldn't help but feel ironic about his fate. He was once a survivor of the disaster, seeking the meaning and hope of survival in this broken world with his newly awakened superpowers. He became a member of the new human race, possessing the strength to resist in despair. However, now he is trapped in such a predicament, possibly ending his life silently under this nameless rubble. This ending is undoubtedly a great irony for him, who was once full of hope.
Mud self-mockingly acknowledges that even with superpowers, he cannot escape the law of life and death. He imagines if he could stand up again, whether there would be a chance to change something, or at least, leave some meaning to this struggle for survival. But as his consciousness becomes increasingly blurred, these thoughts fade like dying sparks. In this final moment, Mud feels a strange sense of relief, as if all the fear, pain, and struggle will dissipate with his consciousness in this ruin.
At that seemingly final moment, Mud felt the heavy pressure on his body suddenly becoming unusually light, as if the thick Soil Shield had suddenly lost its burden. At first, he thought it was just a hallucination brought on by extreme fatigue and despair, feeling absurd for entertaining thoughts of escape on the brink of life and death. But as time passed, that familiar and resolute voice—Vivian’s call—began to come from a distant place, gradually becoming clear and intense, like a beam of light piercing through the darkness of rubble and into his heart.
The change in the voice, from almost inaudible at first to deafening later, was not just a change in sound; it was more like a force, an indomitable will, slowly breaking through the despair and darkness in his heart. Mud began to reconsider his situation, and from the depths of his heart, a previously unseen hope and desire surged up, hoping to see the light again and yearning to pull back a glimmer of life from the edge of death.
His mood underwent a huge change in an instant, from initial despair and self-mockery to hope and determination. Every time he heard Vivian's call, it was like telling him that the outside world was still waiting for him, his battle was not over, and he had too much unfinished business. Driven by this feeling, Mud felt a renewed sense of strength within him, albeit faint, but undeniably real. He began to exert all his strength, trying to struggle in the direction of that voice, longing to break through this seemingly endless darkness and see the light again.
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