Emperor Ezekiel struggled with all the strength he had left.
The muscles across his body bulged as he desperately tried to tear the black mass out of his back, but it was useless. The thing had already rooted itself deep inside him, and no matter how much strength he used, it refused to move. Every breath became heavier than the last, and he could feel his heartbeat growing weaker with each passing second.
The strength in his arms and legs slowly drained away while his vision blurred. He knew what was happening. His body no longer belonged entirely to him.
Gathering the last of his remaining strength, Ezekiel slowly raised his head and looked at everyone around him. His bloodshot eyes were filled with fear, but it was not fear for himself. It was a fear for everyone standing before him.
He forced every bit of strength into his lungs and roared with everything he had.
"RUNNNNN!"
His desperate cry echoed across the shattered battlefield.
"Ezekiel!"
