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******** “I’m weak! Weak!! Just too weak!!” A pained cry sounded as a weeping voice sounded in the atmosphere. The air around him was as cold as the bodies laying on the fall. He clenched his fists and pounded the ground creating a hole in the ground. He couldn’t even feel the pain. “Never yield! I will NEVER YIELD!!” He stared straight at the enemy whose presence easily suppressed him. A pair of dark dull eyes looked at him with disdain before an aura went out. A thick pressure landed on Roshan bringing his left knee down. “N…never yield!” He kept repeating it like a mantra with one of his knees up as he struggled to resist the pressure but it only got heavier. “I hope you like the present I gave to you” A mocking voice cackled in the air. His heart clenched with a fiery pain as he stared at the owner of the voice. “I will peel your skin and feed it to you!” Roshan smiled faintly under the pain as blood flowed down his mouth. He had a calm look but his heart kept pounding. Would they be able to make it back safely? Was their sacrifice for nothing? What would happen to him now? He never thought he would be like this since he saw that book.