She was already covered in wounds.
And for a human mind, the pain was unbearable — adrenaline or not.
She would eventually break.
It wasn't what she had wanted. Not like this.
But that was reality.
She was weakening.
Her strikes were less devastating.
Her movements, less precise.
Her reflexes, slowed.
And the beasts, vicious as ever, sensed their chance.
They swarmed the breach.
One of them leapt at her from behind.
Maggie didn't have time to react.
She fell.
And the weight of the hyena on her...
It was immense.
Heavier than anything she had ever known.
She tried to get back up — in vain.
Her body no longer responded.
Her breath caught.
Her arms trembled, weak, almost foreign.
Then came the claws.
Dozens.
Hundreds?
She no longer knew. She no longer counted.
They tore at her skin, relentless.
And this time, she screamed.
A hoarse cry. Shattered.
Like a sail ripped by the wind.
An inhuman wail.
The pain was too sharp.
Too brutal to ignore.
