Kyle felt his view of the world shift violently. His sense of self, his emotions—everything was unraveling. It was suffocating. It almost felt as if the universe itself had chosen to side with Greg. How could one man possess such unreasonable talent and unmatched skills? No matter how much Kyle pushed himself, no matter how far he climbed, Greg always seemed one step ahead—just out of reach.
He couldn't fathom how Greg's will manifestation had destroyed his own so effortlessly, like it was nothing more than a fragile sheet of paper torn apart by a passing breeze. One moment, Kyle was in his inner world—his domain, his battlefield—and the next, he was forcibly thrown into Greg's. A realm he neither understood nor welcomed.
